Her upbringing was a lonely one by most standards, with only her mother and the forest for company for the majority of it. She didn't know to be lonely until people in town began to catch her attention. Now, like moth to flame, she's drawn to their warmth. Even if it might end up getting her burned.

"Citizen," Elsie repeats, as if she's tasting how the word sounds on her tongue. Hm. She might have to keep trying it to decide if she likes it.

"Yes. You can come see. It's shiny."