[Martel stays silent for a disturbingly long time, staring at a patch of snow a few yards away from Yuan's house, before speaking up again in a very quiet voice, her smile gone from her face.]

Once upon a time, there was a village in a very big forest. A little girl lived in a house there, alone with her mother. Often enough, things would go wrong among the villagers - friends would argue, or children would act act as children tend to. And every single time, they blamed it on the little girl. They took her home to her mother and said, "Your daughter did this!". And even though she had not been there, her mother always believed them. The little girl felt very sad about that.