zebraBird

        Anielex was reading, or well, trying to at least. She was sitting in her little windowed alcove, bundled under a blanket to keep her new feet from freezing, which they liked to do as she discovered. Discovering what something she had to do; species change and all that. But for now she was reading. Or trying to. The words refused to stick to the page, fluttering around in her occupied mind and just adding more to her frustration. Finally she shut the book with a sigh, setting it down a stack in reach. She rested her chin on her hands, staring out the window. It was the barrier that was bothering her. It looked different. Something was