03.12: Ayala

"I listen," Ayala says, speaking slowly and carefully. "I try to understand."
She stands, getting to her feet in one smooth motion.
"They help me understand. I try. Try to understand me."
"This. This is from home," She says raising her spear slightly.
"This is from home." She brings her hand up to touch the necklace of fangs adorning her neck.
"They are all I have of home. No one knows how I am here, then no one knows how I go back. What I have now... is all I might ever have of home."