To Someone I don't know. You could hear her greetings from even over the hill. Across Green grass and bluer skies her calls broke out in a shrill shout. Eking over to the field as quick as she was able to carrying a large basket. Her little white dress fluttered with each stride down the hill Ana: Mr.Martiri! Mr.Martiri! Mr.Martiri: Little Ana. Those the dates I asked fer'? Ana: Mhm Your not gonna eat all of'em are you? Mr.Martiri: Nah. Need'em in some work I'm doin- -set that on the shelf fer me please. Ana: Oh, okay. Okay. Mr.Martiri: Have you gone over those books I gave ya? Ana: Mhm Mhm, Lis'pina for infections, Roquena for sickness and Jaqu leaves for abrasions. Mr.Martiri: Good. Bring it back tomorrow then. I'll go over it some more with ya. Ana raised up to stack the basket on the metal shelf, turning back to Mr.Martiri to ask a question. He sat back into his metal chair, performing the all known ritual of lighting his cigar with a match. Quiet for a moment as Ana shoved the basket further back onto the shelf. Mr.Martiri: Where's that question commin from Ana? Ana: I just see you with them, usually more than Pa even. Mr.Martiri: Ana I'm gonna ask you a question instead. Ana: Okay. . . He sat back shaded under the potted plants surrounding him. Speaking firmly and with a clear voice. Mr.Martiri: Ana whats these plants beside me to ya? Ana: Uh.. Plants. They look pretty. Mr.Martiri: How about those Iguanas that loiter here? Ana: They're sorta annoying. Mr.Martiri: Now how about ya Ma n' Pa? Ana: I love'em both a lot. They're family. Mr.Martiri: So why don't ya love these plants or lizards 'ere? Ana: Cause.. they're animals, n'plants. Mr.Martiri: Well what's an Altalar then? Ana: I. I dunno.. Mr.Martiri: Altalar ain't plants. They ain't Animals either. So what are they Ana? Ana: I'm.. I'm not sure Mr.Martiri. Mr.Martiri: That ain't ya fault for not knowin youngin. See those Altalar workin down there are people. Like me n'you. Ana: People? But they got pointy ears and pale skin. Mr.Martiri: But they got stories, hearts n'families like you youngin. Just like you n' me. Them folk got souls just like you n'me. Ana: ... Mr.Martiri: I don't reckon you'll understand now but that's the answer fer'ya question Ana. Maybe one day you'll figure it out. Ana: That's. . . Confusing- but. Ana: I think I get it. Spoiler: Caxa This is Ana Cervantez I pick randomly with a couple of friends recommendation's for this. Here's a bit more work done for their now adult character. That is all.
