"What's going on little one?" Bella asked, watching the girl in her arms and giving her a squeeze
"Being responsible Mother Nature and being scared to death of it, I'm not good with people anymore...after a few thousand years of not socializing, being amongst social-able communities... I'm terrified... and I think I screw up a lot... cause I already have... thousands years worth..." she sighed and shook her head. "I'm just an infant... thats what I act like... feel like... I have to be anyways... I'm sorry"











