After Sheila was done narrating the first time she had come in contact with rare humans, Ava raised her hand in query.
She had read in one of her special books—an avid reader like her grandfather—about humans being entrusted with gifts by the gods sometimes—especially in cases where the supernaturals fail to see reason, or fail to accomplish their purposes on this earth.
"Yes, Ava. What is your question?" Sheila asked; confidence pruned with calmness was her epitome at the moment, the exact attributes that they have always known her for.
"Rare human. The type you had met. What are they?"
Sheila cocked her head to the side, contemplating the best way to explain this.
