"Tilan." She softly called the girl's name, causing her to look up from her thoughts.
"What is it, Celestia?" She curiously looked at this winged companion across from her.
It must be said, Celestia really was too much like the image of an Angel, with white wings behind her and a temper both gentle and strong, having helped Tilan handle many camp affairs during this time.
"How do you view the different species?" She hugged her knees, resting her chin on them.
"Me?..." Tilan brushed Ores' hair as she thought.
"I guess they're all just different individuals swept up by the era." She couldn't say she particularly loved any group, nor did she completely despise any.
Celestia had some different thoughts about this answer, so she continued to ask.
"If now, among your subordinates, you have different individuals like A and B, one is very smart, works quickly, but the other is very clumsy, does things badly and slowly, and messes up some tasks."
