You and me both, honestly. I suppose I realized what I was kind of late in life as well-- if you count twenty as late.

[She smiles and looks down at Lily's sweet smiling face and feels comfortable with Lancelot for a moment. First time in a long time she's felt comfortable around anybody.]

I was kept in isolation, where I came from. Plenty of books but none on magic, and I kept thinking it was odd that nobody in any of my stories talked about being able to set things on fire, or make frost on glass. I only realized when I escaped.

So I know the difficulty. [She finishes lamely, busying herself patting Lily again.]