Lliwen looked out over to the school as the other children fled the place as if it were about to explode. She sighed heavily; she would gladly be part of that chaos, being home schooled wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sure, she liked her tutor and it meant she could learn things of her current ability, yet at five years of age this seemed unimportant to her. She craved to make friends and play- however this was not deemed important by her parents. Leaning against her balcony, she spotted two Charoda that had stopped amongst the flood of other pupils flowing out from the school, what were they doing? A rebellion inside her stirred, glancing around her, no one appeared to be near her. Lliwen bit her lip to try and reconsider what she was planning to do, though brushed the thoughts to one side and swam off out of side of her home.
She stopped briefly behind some corals, messily manipulating them. She frowned, even at her low level of training that was poor for her. Still, it would ensure if the small chance someone would look to find her, she would remain unseen. Closer to the two students she was aiming for, she spotted what they were doing and gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth as not to reveal her position.
‘That poor fish, what are they doing to it? I’ll have to get them to stop!’
She presumed the two were siblings, the eldest looking a several years older than Lliwen. Shyness enveloped Lliwen, talking to others was not a strong point, but she would have to, she couldn’t let that fish suffer.
‘This isn’t the best way to make friends…’
Once more she swam, more leisurely than her first sprint and nervously tapped the older Charoda on the shoulder, despite having to swim up a little to reach.
“Umm, excuse me but could you stop doing that to the harmless fish?”
Lliwen stared, almost petrified by this small amount of contact. Worried she may of caused offense, she smiled and added,
“I’m Lliwen, by the way, nice to meet you
She mentally kicked herself for her lack of social skills and was more than aware that prodding somebody on the shoulder and almost telling them off was not entirely ‘meeting’. Though it was too late now, she would just carry on smiling and hope for the best.