"If you stay in the village, yes, it's all very same-y," Deet laughs a little. "But I used to map tunnels and explore a lot. Have you ever been in caves? They can be huge."

"Yes, I can fly! I have wings." She keeps them under her cloak for comfort; the sun is a little too much on them sometimes. But now she lets them flare behind her; they look a little bit crystalline, like a dragonfly's wings, but they're more flexible than they seem. "I guess you've never seen a gelfling before? My name's Deet."