Door

They had arrived at the den-pool, relaxing now. They´d been relaxing there now, for about an hour. She looked inside the water, spotting some sea creatures near her. ¨Are they friendly?¨ She asked, staring at a small fish close to her feet.

¨That´s Tulip. Zeir friendly.¨ He pointed to the shiny fish near her, zey was beautiful.

¨What was that? Did you say ´zey´?¨ She looked at him in curiousity.

¨Tulip has ze/zem pronouns, even I get confused with those.¨ He looked down at Tulip smiling with sharp teeth.

She stared at his teeth, which looked like tiny blades.

¨Unique.¨ She reached for the fish. ¨You can´t touch his teeth.¨ He face palmed himself.

¨Why?¨ She turned her head to look at him as his eyes widened. ¨What?¨ She stared back at the fish. ¨Who are you really? Why are you here?¨ He glimpsed at her back, nervously.

¨What do you mean?" She raised a brow, growing annoyed.

She noticed where his eyes were. The fish nuzzled her feet, nervously, not hearing much of what they said on land.

¨Don't tell me they´re back.¨ She crossed her arms, annoyed.

¨Those.. wings...-¨ He stared at them confused.

¨These wings? What about them? They´re cool right?¨ She smiled, pressing her hand on one of her wings. ¨And is apparently very soft.¨ She smiled, glancing back at the scared creature.

¨Why are you shocked? Your world has so many creatures, so whats so shocking about this?¨ She crossed her arms, as her wings folded back, not stretching for her to touch them anymore.

¨I´ve never seen those before. Those are so cool!!¨ He ran over to her, excitedly.

As he touched her wings, he looked so happy. She looked at the fish, zey were happy too.

It was the opposite in her world, everything and everyone that touched her grew darker emotionally. They weren´t ever happy in her world.

Everyone was harmful to her emotionally and mentally.

¨Why do you treat me like royalty but do not know me well?¨ She stared at the fish, still nuzzling her feet.

Tulip smiled, warmly. She looked at Willow, confusedly, not used to the warmth of another.

¨Here, it´s different. We´re not used to another having the ability to show warmth.¨ He smiled, cuddling her wings which felt like clouds, very soft and gentle.

Later, she left, thinking about the fact that he was so shocked about her wings, ¨hmm, maybe I am different here.¨ She wondered as she walked.

It was now sunrise, she wished she had headphones on her, so she could listen to music. She wondered what music she could listen to if she could listen to music.

Suddenly she bumped into something. It felt wooden and ancient but beautifully carved. She looked up, from the ground.

¨Door!¨ She raised her voice, excitedly.