"Why do you believe that space was created by evil and hatred?" Abigail asked. She had been told that she was created by a special kind of evil, her father's desire to have a child that he could one day kill under the delusion that he could make her a part of him forever. But she didn't believe that was the only aspect of her creation. She had her mother's genes and other influences as well. She believed she could be anything, especially on the island.
Abigail could have asked more questions, as her Papa had taught her, but Discord's transition was more than enough to startle her. She had seen odd creatures in the forest and in the sky, but nothing like what was in front of her now. Even with her hunting rifle, she didn't approach the largest and strangest creatures on the island. She took her time to compose herself, turned off the stove and then looked up at the creature, trying to meet its eyes. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable in your human form? The bakery must make you feel horribly confined at that size."
Abigail raised an eyebrow. "Why doesn't it matter? There's no money here, nothing to hide behind. All we have is who and what we are." She nodded. "Or if we include last names, a Suuullly."