Hope Elara’s Point of ViewFor a few minutes, the room feels almost like home.Not temporary.Not fragile.Just normal.“I like fish,” Zenep says, looking up at us with bright eyes. “The pretty shiny ones are my favorite.”“I like sharks,” Zoey says proudly. “My favorite is the mako shark. They’re really smart. They don’t hunt like great whites. They can see better and smell better too. They’re smaller, so they’re harder to catch.”“They shiny too,” Zenep adds seriously. “And blue. Pretty blue.”“Do you have a favorite shark?” Valduz Ryker asks.“I love silkies,” she says with a grin. “Their name is cute. And they are…” She pauses, trying to remember the word. “I heard sent.”Valduz Ryker looks at me, confused.“Iridescent,” I explain. “It’s her favorite word. She just can’t say it properly yet.”“I re sent,” she tries again.“Iri-des-cent,” I say slowly.Zoey grins. “Like you. Zenep de-scent.”“That’s actually a good one,” I laugh.“Zenep de-send,” she repeats proudly.“Hey, Zenep,”
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