Discovering DifferencesMy half of a trade with Eckatzl. The OC Calia is hers, and her picture can be seen here. This is what that image inspired me to write.Calia was a peaceful little girl. She played just like any other girl in the forest; found little motes of light and the impish little fairies to play with. Her life was quintessentially beautiful, without a trouble in the world. Yet there was one thing that was different about her.She was made of slime.Slime that was lovely in its way, not of an icky green pallor, nor the sickness of that pale yellow. No, she was blue, running from the softest periwinkle to a deep indigo. She didn't know where she had come from, nor if there were any others like her. She never saw herself as bad or different, for the fairies never treated her any differently, nor the other forest creatures that sometimes took a liking to her gentle pets.