Trala looked at herself in the still water of the rippling pool. I can help with that. Picture something that will make a big impact on the ruling bodies when you confront them. Smiling, Trala closed her eyes and thought of a costume as far from the light shapeless robes she was wearing as she could. She included her ideal hairstyle and when she felt fabric sliding against her skin she giggled. She opened her eyes and looked down. The black suit was in place and definitely what she was in the mood for. Her hair was up in a braid and twist, just as she had imagined. “Nice, you do good work.” I will do what I can to keep you happy. You are my Avatar now, we are stuck together. “I know.” Why are you speaking out loud? “Because it gives me the feeling of being independent.” It will give you the feeling of being crazy if you do it in front of the assembly.
