ThemorningsunhadjustpeekedoverthehorizonwhenReyastirredawake.Risingearlywasahabitingrainedinhersincechildhood.Oneshecouldn''tshake,evenafterfourteenyearslivingamonghumans.
AsMoxihadoncetoldher,somethingswereetchedintoherverygenes.Unchangeable.
Whatwasthatwordagain?
Ah,right.Instinct.
Reya''searliestmemorybeganinadesolatedirtditch.
Backthen,shedidn''tevenhaveaname.ReyawaswhatLucianlatergaveher.
Whenhereyesfirstopened,theworldwasablur.Herfrailbodywascoatedinawarm,stickyfluidthatclunguncomfortablytoherskin.Thesurroundingswerequiet,serene,withswayingshadowsoftrees.Notfaraway,apale,human-shapedsilhouettelaymotionlessinthegrass.
Astrangebird''scrysuddenlypiercedtheair,andherfragilelittlebodytrembled.Drivenbyinstinct,shecrawledtowardthatsilhouette.
Thefewstepstookaneternity.Twigsandgravelscrapedherdelicateskin,leavingtrailsofclearfluidbehind.
Atlast,shecurledupbesidethefemalecorpseandspentthenightthere.
Thatwomanhadbeenher"mother".OrsoReyahadalwaysbelieved.Likeeverynewborncreatureinthisworld,thefirstimageimprinteduponherbecameindelible.
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