She always felt different but could never explain why. The sounds are always too loud, the sun is often too hot, the moonlight too pleasant and the cold of winter feels too much like home. The dreams were too odd and how could she taste what she never drank, yearn for what she have never felt or why darkness is so tempting. She could never explain until she heard of the others, of the changelings and of the real tales. Now some of it is clear but many questions are better left unanswered.