Perhaps the most captivating thing about her was the eyes. They were a deep azure and seemed to strike into your very being, hypnotizing you with it’s creamy, swirly appearance.

Her name was Hope. Hope she was, and hope she would bring to the Redwallian peoples.

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Unbeknownst to the Sue, several very angry, seething writers were watching her every move, looking for the perfect chance to make the Sue endure unpleasant things.

Unbeknownst to the writers, the Sue was already protected with all the magical powers any self-respecting Suethor could create.

She was a fox, so nothing less than evil was expected from her. After all, even the most bestowing of surroundings could not change the template of personality vermin had gotten themselves into.

Neither could the actions of woodlanders who, at first acquaintance, seemed overwhelmingly noble. Yet at the same time, they were stereotyped animals who spoke with cold civility toward no one but her. 

The outcast thought of Veil, another youngster. The elders frequently spoke of him with distaste. How she yearned to meet him.

Maybe they would have the same feelings, same thoughts…

Of love lost, but never gained.