an alien a day keeps the sorceror's away

Sivene shook her head, Not on purpose! But my Creator never... she trailed off. Her Creator had never done much for her; but her mother-handler had. No-one had ever asked who she was before. No-one knew what she was unless she came into contact with water; she was one of the luckier aberrations.

The stranger was touching her arm, and gesturing that they should leave. Talking about... Did you hurt him? Eyes widening, she didn't stop following the other elf, though. Why? Was he a bad man?

And then there was a name.

And a question.

Uhm. I'm— My handler named me Sivene. Nobody had ever asked her name before. She wasn't sure what to say. And then she shook her head. I'm not from, uhm. I'm— She frowned, stumbling over her words.

Oh. I'm not a slave. I'm an experiment. She nodded, as if that explained everything. She was qiet for a beat, walking slowly as she considered what she wanted to ask.