03.29: Ayala

Bernice noticed the girl almost wince at the water, it must lack… anything really. She muttered away for a few moments, there was clearly some internal translation going on here.
“The water is pure,” Bernice told her, “that’s why it tastes odd.”
So, she had left her family to prove herself as a hunter and warrior and ended up here some how. The thing was she was the wrong ethnic type for this part of the world from the estimated time of her origin. And she had travelled in more than just time, she had also managed the pinpoint accuracy to travel about eight trillion miles. The distance the planet had moved in all that time.
Someone was messing with this girl, and it wasn’t fair. She was out of her world.
“Perhaps you could tell me of your brood, Ayala? Who are they? How many are they?”