"That's so true," Ariadne said, nodding with enthusiasm. "People just get afraid of the things they don't understand. Or the things that don't move like them or sound like them or look like them."

Things that had green skin and could fly over the canopies on black wings.

Ariadne felt the scars on her back itch and tingle at the memory.

"I'm so glad you agree," she continued. "You seem terribly enlightened!"