bubblegum bitch + introduction

Daphne wasn't quite sure what to think about her new home. She liked it, she supposed. It was certainly better than the only two other places she lived. It was far better off than the little village she'd called her home for most of her mortal life and it was better than the Otherworld, where toxin bubbled just beneath the pristine surface. Here, she had nothing to fear other than perhaps one of her new friends would mistake her for some type of food, which was easily stopped by speaking up. She wasn't sure what made the difference between some animals in this strange world speaking and others being incapable of communication but it was something that greatly interested her. What stopped all the insects and even other birds, like herself, from speaking their mind and joining these groups the animals had formed? She was sure it was some type of magic, though nothing like what she'd ever seen.

She was pulled from the thoughts of magic and worlds and preferences when she heard a loud yawn and then an unfamiliar voice that followed. The tiny avian fluttered towards it and smiled (could she smile with a beak? She wasn't sure, though she was certainly trying) before speaking up, "Um, hello. My name's Daphne. I don't think we've met."