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Vellorita had been admiring a patch of her namesake flora when a voice penetrated her musings. Looking around and not seeing anyone, she looked to her feet. It was a snake. But surely it could not have been this snake that spoke, after all, she had never encountered such a thing before. After living on the countryside, raising three boys and traveling on her own, she was not afraid of natures bearings, but respected them. She took a slow step back from the snake, whose species she did not recognize, and inspected it closer.