"We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly."
        -- Flemeth, Dragon Age II

So the monkey wasn't interested in idle chatter. That much was obviously clear. The smile that decorated her face only moments ago simply fades with the revelation. His impatience and irritation soon grows rather abundantly clear to the young girl but her curiosity simply roots her to the spot. Green eyes stare unabashedly at the monkey, examining every piece of hair, every line on its' face, every color - memorizing the scene before her the way a painter might before getting to work. She focuses in on the smaller details, the ones that might otherwise be overlooked but she isn't truly aware of what she is doing. At only a year old, it is simply automatic.

To a certain extent, her youthfulness almost puts her at an advantage. Her knowledge base might not be as large as the others but her mind is open, free from the deep complexities or instinct for searching beyond the obvious for the answers. Bella merely listens, her small form tucked to one side with her creamy feathered wings hugging her sides - as comforting as a blanket when the night becomes frightful. The monkey offers one of his small brightly colored pebbles to a dark stallion and shoots a retort towards the small winged stallion. His retort garners some chuckles from the gathered crowd. Bella might have joined in the laughter had she not been so focused on the monkey but her oddly intense focus overrides the desire for involvement in such games.

Before long the monkey smears rainbow colors across his chest as he stands and, with a loud cough, presents them with a riddle; or at least she assumes it would be called a riddle (the monkey did call it that, right?) Bella barely even mulls it over before the answer is plain before her eyes. Yet still she waits, quiet while the others move forward and present him with their own whispered answers. When her turn arrives, the girl moves forward and brings her lips as near to the monkey as she can. There is a quiet confidence about her as she moves, but yet there is something strange as well. She is very certain as she declares her answer in the softest whisper and her lips curve upwards slightly in a devious sort of smile as she steps back to her place.

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