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Post by Aione Higurashi on Feb 5, 2011 13:44:32 GMT -5
Why is it always here...It wasn't as bad as last year, when there had been a blizzard going on. The snow was falling, but it was calm, gentle, an even coating of white that was soothing rather than threatening to tear the skin from your body with a gust of wind. It was much more...nice. But from where Aione stood, it seemed incredibly unfitting that the night she choose to do this was the night winter decided it could be beautiful instead of deadly. C'mon nature, work with me here, the young woman couldn't help but sigh as she walked down the beach, shoulder-length black hair loose and messy in the weak wind and long black coat moving behind her like a cape. Her good hand worked quickly to do up a loose button near the nape of her neck, the hand that was injured keep out of sight in her pocket. It had been a year...almost a year since the last time she'd walked this beach in the dead of winter. Last time it had been more interesting. A set of odd tree's caught her dulled, gray eyes. ...here's where it started...Aione reached the tree's in a few steps, looking at the jagged bark, the odd roots that got nutrition from the sand...somehow...and the branches that spread out to the nearly black sky. Past the snow-clouds were the stars. Aione was almost grateful she couldn't see them. It's hurting enough to be here...if I could see any better, it would be murder. Her good hand finished with the buttons and reached out for the tree, touching the bark. Last time she'd slammed her first into it til she'd broken a finger. Since she already had one hand with enough broken fingers to last her a good time, she wouldn't be doing that again. Instead, the broken little girl leaned against the tree until she slid down it, nearly drowning in the blanket of a jacket that she'd 'borrowed' from a certain room. The Boogie it had belonged to would never use it anymore, so she'd taken it. It would have just been sold of thrown out anyway had she not. And besides, it was warm. Warm enough that she could sit in the snow by the ocean at nearly midnight and be perfectly fine. Warm enough that after a moment or two sitting there, Aione had half-way fallen asleep. Which was odd, since after her little 'conversation' with Augusta, she'd barely slept a wink. I became the sort of person he would hate...
I became a selfish demon...Her eyes closed as she buried deeper into the warm fabric of Tristan's old jacket. I wonder if he'd hate me for becoming this...
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on Feb 7, 2011 18:18:59 GMT -5
Little clouds of steam rose into the air, only to disappear moments later. Tiny bare feet left just as small holes in the mounting snow, which filled in almost as soon as they were pulled out. A moth eaten skirt fluttered around scabbed knees as the pale legs bounced through the snow. Though most of the world was silent in its seasonal slumber, a heartfelt giggle gave life to the otherwise dead world. The child gleefully skipped along through the snow and wind, completely unaware that the holey dress and ragged sweater it was wearing were little to no defense against the biting cold. It was no consequence to the little one however, they were truly lost in the winter wonderland.
Ryan giggled aloud as he skipped down through the snow, not even noticing how cold it was on his toes and fingers that were already turning red. It was the first time he'd ever seen seen snow, and needless to say he absolutely loved it. To him it was just so amazing how the white fluffy stuff came from nowhere that he could see and piled up until it was bigger than him, but then most things were bigger than him so that wasn't as surprising. That didn't matter though, because the stuff was just so much fun! He could jump in it and throw it and make shapes in it and eat it and all kinds of fun stuff. The tiny blond boy would have been more than happy to just play in it all day and night and the next day and next night and forever after! But he couldn't do that though, because he was on a mission, one that was superdy duperdy secrety.
While looking around the great big place that he'd been hiding in, he'd heard some of the little things talking about something they called an ocean. They said it was some place with aaaaaaaaaall kindsa that wet stuff they called water in it; and not only that, but giant fish and sea monsters too! Now he got scared really easily, but it all just sounded so terribly exciting. And maybe on of the sea monster or the giant fish was friendly? He'd heard of such things before when the bigger things were telling the littler things stories at night. In fact, he'd heard that sometimes such sea monsters let people have wishes or ride on their backs, and that did sound like fun! So thats why he'd made it his mission to set off and find this wishing fish and riding monsters and play with them as long as they'd let him.
Stumbling up a rise he fell, dragging himself back to his feet just as he reached the top. Before him stretched the steely expanse of the sea, iron gray in the dark winter night. The only sounds he could hear were the pounding of the waves on the beach and his own quick breaths as they puffed out steam before him. Little brown eyes widened in amazement as he stared down at the enormous amount of water before him. It was almost more than he could believe if he wasn't staring at it himself.
For several minutes he stood there in stunned amazement, just staring across the the ground to the water that stretched out until forever. When at last the shock wore off his face broke into a grin that seemed as though it was too big to fit on such a small face. With a giggling shout he tore off through the snow for the beach, running as fast as he could. Unfortunately his small size and speed, paired with the snow and things he couldn't see meant that it wasn't a very good idea. One of his feet came down on a patch of ice as he was nearing some weird looking trees and, with a loud squeak, the little boy went flying and landed face first in the snow. "Ouchie...." Whimpering a bit he pushed himself up, blinking as he saw something in front of him that wasn't snow. Slowly his gaze traveled up the girl's body, freezing when his eyes reached her face. Neither could know that fate had come full circle. |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on Feb 7, 2011 18:37:29 GMT -5
As the snow fell on the empty, near-black landscape of the beach, Aione was beginning to slip into a sort of sleep. She was warm, bundled up, and exhausted by life as she knew it. Wouldn't it be wonderful to fall asleep in this weather and never wake? Sleep was as close as she would get to death now a days. It appeared every time she'd try to off herself, something stopped her. First it was Elric, then it was Moon, then it was her own cowardice. The young woman sighed, letting a cloud of her warm breath float up as the flakes fell down. There was nobody here...
...maybe I'll just go into the ocean. It's the middle of winter. I'll just jump in, or tie a rock to my ankle. Wonder if hypothermia or drowning will get me first...
Then a voice shook her from her rather morbid thoughts.
Aione shot up from where she sat, snow falling from where it had begun to pool on her motionless head. A voice! A person! Was it a Boogie? That would be bad, out so late on her own...she'd be the perfect chew-toy for a wicked Boogie to munch on. But that voice had been too young. Gray eyes looked to her left and saw only more empty white beach. Maybe she'd been hearing things. But then to her right...Ai almost jumped out of her skin.
A child. What was a child doing out here, face-down in the snow?
"U-Umm..." she started sitting up, more snow falling from her all-black attire. Kami-sama this child was little. And he was barely wearing anything. How was he not freezing to death? "Are you okay, little guy?"
Hopefully he was a human. If so, was he new? If not...
Maybe I'll get lucky and die tonight.
No such luck if fate had any say in it.
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on Feb 10, 2011 16:50:39 GMT -5
As soon as she shot up, he ducked down, diving under the show in front of him in the hopes that she wouldn't see him. He knew what she was, she was one of those scary things that lived in the big castle place. Since he'd found his way in there somehow he'd seen just what those scary things did. They ate each other and hurt each other and did weird things with no clothes and all sorts of stuff that just plain scared him to death. He didn't want to get eaten or anything else so he never came out when any of them were around.
But he hadn't seen her when he'd started down the hill to the ocean, she'd been hidden under the snow where he couldn't see her. That thought immediately snowballed into the question of whether or not she was the only one hiding in the snow, and if she wasn't then that meant that by being under the snow he was getting closer to them. And if he got close to them then they get him and cover him in those yucky carrots and and and and......
With a squeak he burst up from under the snow, the white powder flying in all directions as he sat bolt upright. He smiled to himself triumphantly as he breathed deeply, knowing that those mean thingies down under it wouldn't be able to find him now. Giggling to himself he couldn't think about how smart he was for finding out what they were up to before they got him. But as he congratulating himself, something popped up in the back of his head. The other things were under the snow where they couldn't get him anymore, but the other thing wasn't under the snow anymore, and neither was he.
That thought caused his eyes to pop open, the tiny boy staring up at the girl sitting over him. As soon as his eyes feel on her he started shaking, his lip trembling in fear of what he knew she was gonna do to him. With an audible whimper he curled himself up into an almost perfect replica of a ball, albeit a bit smaller, and buried his face in his bare knees as he gripped his naked ankles tightly. Hopefully the thing would just go away and leave him alone. Ryan didn't want to get eaten. He didn't know what it was like of course, he'd never gotten ate before, but no one seemed to enjoy it so he didn't think ti would be fun at all. |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on Feb 11, 2011 15:53:45 GMT -5
Okay. This is definitely not a Boogie.
Aione watched for a fair amount of time as the little blond shrunk down, shot up, stared at her, then curled up. He was a tiny thing. Tiny in a sense that reminded her of a stray puppy or a kitten in a box. He was innocent and scared and had no idea what he was doing. Gray eyes blinked when he stayed trembling and curled like a ball, or a kitten, before something pulled at the corner of her lips. A...smile? Was that what it was? It felt rather strange on her face after all this time and all this horrible crime.
But it was there. The gentlest of smile shown on her pale face, made even paler by the all-black attire and her waves of raven hair.
"Little boy?"
Her voice sounded soft and somewhat broken from days without use. After screaming for hours over her wrecked hand and bruised knee, she hadn't spoken a word to anyone, and nobody to her. She was an outcast of her own breed. But this child was alone and scared, very much like how she was inside...he needed help. But with what he was wearing in this chill, he also needed something warm to wear. Her slender fingers started to undo her coat. At least under it she was wearing her black turtle-neck.
"Um...little one? Sit up? Please?"
Kami-sama, I hate my voice.
Once the child was sitting up, Aione pulled her coat off and pulled it around his little body. He was such a tiny thing it was almost a golden speck in a oil spill. But now he would be warmer. That strangled little smile grew softly. "There. Now...what are you doing out here...? You look like you're freezing...poor thing..."
"...what's your name, child?"
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on Feb 13, 2011 20:53:13 GMT -5
He lay there on the frozen ground, trembling and shaking in fear, and yet all the while trying to be as still as possible. The thought entered his mind from somewhere that if he could crunch up as small as possible, and not move even a teeny tiny little bit, then maybe she wouldn't seem him and would just go away and leave him alone. He hoped she would, oh how he hoped she would. Ryan didn't want to get eaten, he really, really didn't. Late at night he'd heard people as they got eaten while they were still alive, he'd heard the sounds they made that made his ears and chest hurt so badly. If it hurt that bad just to hear them, then he couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to be them. He didn't want her to eat him.
Even though he was trying super hard not to move even a little bit, he couldn't help but jerk when he heard her speak. It was mostly just the fact that he hadn't expected her too and so she surprised him though. The odd thing though.....she didn't sound like a monster. She sounded more like a frog, a nice frog. Maybe that's what she really was? He'd heard stories of people that looked like frogs, so it didn't seem all that far fetched to him that there could be frogs that looked like people. Afterall he'd come hunting sea monsters hadn't he? He'd never seen a sea monster, but he had seen frogs and he'd seen people. To him frog people seemed much more easily believed.
When she asked him to sit up, he hesitated a moment. What if she really was a monster and she was just pretending to be a frog person to trick him? He'd seen the monsters do things like that sometimes. But again, she just sounded much to nice to be one of those mean monsters that ate people, she just had to be a frog person. And since she was, he decided that he'd better do what she said. Afterall she could be a frog person princess, it was hard to tell who was and wasn't he'd heard, and if he didn't listen to her she'd get cranky. In every story he'd ever heard, a cranky princess always meant trouble. So, not wanting her to get mad, he did as he was told. And was promptly swallowed up by a coat at least ten times too big.
For a minute or two he fought his way out of the giant bit of clothes, not liking how heavy it was on his tiny body. He much preferred what he had on, it was nice and light so it didn't slow him down in case he needed to run away really fast. Finally emerging back into the world he paused, thinking the matter over a minute. If she really was a frog person princess, then that meant she would have big tough knights protecting her. And if they were protecting her, then maybe they'd protect him too. That thought put him a bit at ease, and so he stopped trying to get more than his head out of the coat. Again she spoke though, that nice croaky voice of hers making him smile a bit. Her questions confused him though, especially the last one. And so the tiny blond just blinked up at the strange frog princess person, asking the first thing that popped in his little head. "Whats a name?" |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on Feb 13, 2011 21:19:17 GMT -5
The little boy was so cute with his head sticking up out of the black fabric. He was such a tiny thing...it was amazing something as small and sweet-looking as him had managed to be out here in the dark in the winter and not be eaten yet. Aione blinked at him when he blinked at her. If she knew he had mentally labeled her as a frog, even a frog person princess or whatever, the young woman might have had a fit. Her voice was weak and broken, yes, but a frog? But Aione didn't know her new 'title', and instead only heard the little one's question to hers.
"A...name?" she really did sound croakish, "A name is what you...call yourself. Like...hmm..." Her pale hands continued to pat the coat down so it wasn't swallowing the boy, thinking of a good example of what a name was. Well, why not her own? "Like how my...name...is Aione. Aione is my name."
While patting down the coat, the black-haired woman felt a lump in one of the pockets. This caused her to blink again and dig her fingers to dive into the compartment for the source. Inside she felt a bag. A little bag filled with rocks? Everyone has their bag of rocks. No, that didn't seem right. After a second of confusion the young woman pulled at the bag and released it from the pocket. It was a bag of...candies? Butterscotch, it seemed. This filled her gray eyes with a mix of light and sorrow. Tristan was always spoiling his girls silly with clothes and candies like these...
...who were these going to before--
Aione lifted the bag to her chest, hugged it, then looked down at the boy and held the bag out for him.
"These are candies. You know what that is, right? They're sweets."
Just then she realized she still had a question to answer, somewhat. Ai continued to hold the candies out for the little boy with one hand and pointed at his cute little nose with the other. "So I am Aione. Who are you?" that forgone smile pulled at her lips again, "If you answer me well, I will give this bag to you. Okay, little one?"
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on Feb 13, 2011 21:42:45 GMT -5
Bright brown eyes stared up at he curiously as she croaked out some more stuff that he tried to listen to, but kept getting distracted by thoughts of what a frog person princess would be doing way out here without a prince or carriage or something. From what he knew princess' didn't like walking, it got their shoes dirty or something like that. Had always seemed just a great big bunch of nonsense to him. For one he thought shoes were just stupid, they were too much trouble and they felt funny and pinched his toes and were just stupid. And besides, what was wrong with dirt? Dirt was fun. You could make stuff with it and dig stuff up and it didn't really taste that bad, he'd eaten worse.
In the end he didn't hear a single word she'd said, partly because at the end he'd stumbled upon the thought that since she didn't have a carriage, and since she was by the ocean, she must have ridden here on one of those wish granting sea monsters and she was waiting for it to take her back to her frog castle at the bottom of the ocean. The thought caused his eyes to practically glow and his jaw to quite literally drop. Without the slightest hint of shame he sat there and gaped at the girl before him, amazed that she could ride water dragons and grant wishes.
The only thing that snapped him out of his awe was when she said the word sweets. He knew what sweets were, they were the yummiest thing in the whole, big, wide world. Ryan had never had any of course, but one time he'd gotton to lick a clear thing that some had been in before. It was by far the best thing he'd ever tasted in all of his life. To have a sweet of his own was something he'd only been able to dream of; and here this nice frog princess was offering him a whole bag that was bigger than his head. What could she possibly want in exchange for them though.....?
Thinking on the matter hard, he actually listened to what she said for once. She said she was an Aione, whatever that was, and wanted to know what he was called, his name she said. The teeny child frowned deeply at that, he didn't have one of those and she'd know if he made one up, princess' could read minds and stuff like that. Thinking back to all the stories he'd ever heard of frogs or princesses, there was one thing that kept coming up, and it always seemed to work. He didn't know if it would work now, but he wanted that candy and he couldn't think of anything else. "I don't have one of those but." Standing up in the coat he put his mouth to hers for a little bit before pulling back and staring at her with bright eyes, fully expecting sparkles to start burting from her skin. |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on Feb 14, 2011 15:11:08 GMT -5
Something was a little familar about this situation.
Aione blinked her gray eyes a couple times as the child seemed to be thinking over his name. It couldn't be he didn't have one...could it? If he wasn't new to Wonderland then...maybe? What if he'd been brought as a child? What if the Boogies had stolen him so young he didn't know his own name? That would be so sad. But before the young woman had time to pity the little boy, he did something that surprised her. He...
...he...kissed...me...
Now kissing was fun and all, but Ai did have some morals (shocking, I know). And kissing an eight-year-old-or-less was in the 'Just plain WRONG' category. At least it was fast. As soon as the boy pulled back he would see no sparkles, however, Aione was blushing furiously and giving him wide, bright eyes of confusion.
And somewhere in her eyes, a little spark got stronger.
[glow=white,2,300]"Oniichan..."[/glow]
"Wh-Wha--" the croak in her voice seemed to have gone down, though the pitch in said voice sky-rocketed. In such surprise she dropped the bag of candies into his little coat-covered lap. Why did this kid kiss her?! And why did he think of kissing her in the first place?! She put her hand over her mouth and stared at the strange little boy. "Th-That is not a name..." No shit, Sherlock. "...b-but I...suppose...you can...have them anyway...just eat slowly."
[glow=White,2,300]"Oniichama!"[/glow]
The light in her eyes refused to fade, even after a moment had passed. Something. Something...about this boy? No, that didn't...it didn't make any sense. He was just a child lost in the snow. It was just pure coincidence they met, and even if he brought a spark of light to her dead eyes, it didn't mean anything.
Right?
Inside her sweater, the little crystal wolf glowed brighter than her eyes.
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on Feb 14, 2011 21:00:55 GMT -5
Ryan stared at the woman before him in pure childish amazement and curiosity. After a few moments his excitement dampened just a bit, she was sparking or changing or anything. To him she looked just like she had before. The only difference was that her face was turning a funny red color, and her eyes looked like they were shining..... At that he gasped audibly, realizing what it was. She must not have been turned into a person by some witch, she was a witch! He'd heard stories of princesses with magic before. This princess must have had her magic all locked up, and it took a kiss to give it back to her! Once more he gaped at her, completely stunned by the sheer amazingness of what he'd just done.
But then she dropped the sack of sweets in his lap. and all thoughts of magic and frogs and princesses and everything else. Instead there was only the thought that he was finally going to get to actually eat some of the yummiest things in all of the yummydom! With a squeal of utter joy he dived down on to of the sack, reaching his tiny hands in and grabbing up as many of whatever it was that lay inside. Pulling them out he stared in utter wonder at the things he held in his hands, his eyes sparkling as he giggled in joy and brought them to his mouth.
Once there he paused however, holding the candies over his wide open mouth for a little bit before slowly lowering them. Once they were down in his lap he stared at them silently, his eyes staring at the prized treasures intently. For several minutes he simply sat there, the frigid winter wind blowing through his unkempt golden locks. After a while of sitting and staring, without making a sound or movement, he slowly put his left hand back in the sack and dropped all of the sweets. Pulling it back out he began picking up the ones in his right hand one by one and putting them back in the sack with the others. When there was just one left he took it in both of his hands and brought it to his mouth, carefully nibbling at it. It was without a doubt the best thing he'd ever tasted in all of his entire life. |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on Feb 14, 2011 21:38:53 GMT -5
The shock from the kiss was beginning to die down, allowing Aione to release a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. Kami-sama this was an odd boy. He ran about in the snow in barely anything, didn't have a name, and kissed people who asked for it. Top it all off he seemed to have a strange fascination with candies. When he was about to shove them all in her mouth Ai actually lifted a hand to stop and scold him, child that he was, before he paused and took her words to heart. She smiled as he nibbled.
"There," her voice sounded softer, but stronger at the same time. The hand she'd raised before lowered to touch the boy gently on the head, ruffling his gold hair. "If you eat them slowly, then they'll last longer. Just don't swallow them whole or you'll choke."
I sound like a mother.
Wrapping one of his blond curls around her fingers, the young woman noticed a little similarity between his hair and another certain blond she'd had the...pleasure of knowing. Except his hair had been more silken, this boy felt like he hadn't bathed in a while. However, even a comparison to Kristopher was making her feel ill, so she pulled her hand back. Instead she tried to focus on something else. Something...why did her chest feel so hot? While the boy ate his sweets she placed her hand against the chest of her sweater. It felt so hot, like something was burning against it. Right around the wolf crystal.
And yet, her skin against it felt no change.
Strange...
She kept her hand to her chest and looked over the blond child again. "So you really don't have a name little one? Nothing that people call you? What about your mother...didn't she give you a name?"
...then again, what isn't in this place?
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on Feb 20, 2011 1:49:47 GMT -5
She was wrong about one thing, he hadn't taken her towards to heart, he hadn't really even paid any attention to them. He had done as she'd asked of course, but it was for a completely different reason that he didn't think she'd be able to understand, what with being a magical princess and all. As he was about to gobble them all down at once, he'd realized that this would probably the only time in his whole entire life that he got yummies. If he ate all of them right now, then he'd never ever ever be able to taste them, not ever again. That would just be really the worst thing of all time. So he decided that he'd just have one, or maybe only half of one, this time. The rest of them he'd save in one of his hiding spots so no one would be able to steal them from him. The bullies.
He continued to sit and nibble at his butterscotch, looking more than a little like some tiny blond chipmunk as he did so. As she was playing with her sweater for some reason or another, he wondered how he was going to get all of this candy back up to the big place where he always hid all by himself. It was a really big bag, probably bigger than he was, so he didn't think he'd be able to pack or pull it. His arms were all thin and bony, not like some of the monsters up at the big place who could punch down walls. Thinking the matter over, he wondered if maybe the princess was one who gave wishes, and if she'd let him wish the candy back to his hiding spot. That would fix everything. Grinning brightly once more he lowered the candy a bit and looked up at her to ask for his wishes.
But just as he was about to say something, she said something first. Tilting his head to the side in curiosity he listened to her, not wanting to upset her by ignoring her in case she decided to take away his wishes. When she was done though, and he was trying to remember it all, he saw that it was just more of the confusing stuff from earlier. "Umm mm" He shook his little head to show her in case she couldn't hear him. Ryan still didn't have any idea what a 'name' was, but there was one word he recognized. In some of the stories he'd heard of things called 'mothers' but he didn't really know what they were; he did know most of them were mean though. In fact it could have been a mother that locked the princess' magic up, they'd been known to do such things. Looking up at her again he decided that he'd better ask in case the meanie came back. "Whats a mother? Is that what locked your princess magic up....?"
While he waited for her to answer, he decided that there was no reason he couldn't go back to nibbling his candy. Lowering his head a bit he raised it, bringing it to his little mouth and biting down. His teeth stopped less than a millimeter from its surface.
The little boy sat frozen, as though he'd suddenly been turned into a statue. He didn't blink, he didn't tremble, he didn't breath. The only movement came from the wind sweeping over him and blowing his tangled golden locks about. The bright brown eyes, unseen by the girl before him, were glazed over; the pupils seeming to be tinted an odd amber color. When he finally spoke, it was soft and whispered, as though the voice was coming from far distant. "I'm so glad your safe...." |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on Feb 20, 2011 18:57:32 GMT -5
Aione blinked rapidly at the next thing to come from this odd little boy's mouth. She didn't know which part surprised and confused her more. He didn't know what a mother was? So he must have been brought here at such a young age...he never knew a mother's love...or scorn, in some cases. That made Ai sad. She remembered her own okaachan. Her mother had been tough, yes, but she had loved her unconditionally. Never had Aione known a stronger and kinder woman.
"A mother is somebody who loves you, and looks after you, and keeps you safe. That's the best definition I can give."
But some mothers...were just the women who gave birth to you.
...that was a whole other story.
The other thing he said was just strange. Princess magic? This little boy must be very young to still believe in princesses and magic, the good kind anyway, but to think she was a princess in any way was almost laughable. "Princess magic...?" Aione almost told him he was being silly, but the innocence in his words made her stop. He was just a kid. Kids had a right to wish and dream of castles and fairy tales. Instead she smiled just a little brighter and nodded softly. "I see. Here I thought nobody was going to be able to tell...I guess young people have better eyes than the others. Just one little thing..."
She pointed her finger at him with one hand and placed another finger to her lips with the other. "You have to keep it quiet. I lost my powers a long time ago, so nobody knows who I am! Our little secret, okay?"
This is silly. I feel like a child spinning moonshines.
Suddenly the crystal against her chest flashed hotter than before, and this time Ai felt it. She flinched back and clutched it in her hands, though immediately the heat was gone. The boy's words went right over her head. "Yes, I'm fine. The princess is fine. Ow..." she mumbled and let go of her chest. What was wrong with this thing? Oh well, she was more concerned about this child and the cold than the weirdness of her necklace. He was so tiny, she wondered if the next strong gust would just carry him off.
...should I...help, or something...?
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