"We are outsiders," the girl Eve answered softly.
"Outsiders, huh."
The little girl patted her knees and sat down just like that. She looked at the three of them, blinked her eyes: "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Why should we be afraid of you?" the girl Eve asked.
"My eyes," the little girl answered crisply, "I have a pair of golden eyes, everyone hates me. But I know, they don't hate me, they are afraid of me. But I'm still young, when I grow up, they won't be afraid of me anymore."
"Why?" Eve asked softly.
"Because they are afraid of me now because I have no strength yet. When I truly have strength, no one will dare to fear me." The little girl replied in a childish voice, "The Great Elder said I'll be the strongest one, and they won't dare to drive me out of the village."
She sighed again, "But I grow too slowly, the Great Elder said I need to quickly get stronger, so for now, I have to find a place to hide and return once the storm is over."
