It was not terribly often that Kyrie was left to her own devices. She and her siblings were often joined at the hip. Caelia was the most bold of the three, often leading the charge into the great undiscovered wild. Isidore was much more reserved and observant, holding back and studying the situations before he followed after his sisters. Kyrie did not mind though. She adored both of her siblings to the ends of the world and back. Even further if she had been capable of understanding that the world was, in fact bigger than what she knew. Wandering through the halls of her home, she found her way out to the gardens. She loved the gardens. She did not mind being indoors too much, but to be outside was freedom! Stepping out into the sunlit day, she kicked off her sandals and left them haphazardly by the door. Hopping down the steps, she giggled and dug her dark toes into the grass and sun warmed earth beneath it. Satisfied she was rooted to the ground she spread her feathered arms wide and threw her head back, her eyes closed as she relished the warmth of the sun on her black feathered face. She stood as such for several content moments until the sound of birds caught her attention. Kyrie’s eyes sprang open and she tilted her head to the side. Concentrating for a moment, she determined which direction the sound was coming from and clapped her hands. She loved birds, for several obvious reasons, but they truly fascinated her. She loved to watch them, especially when they flew. She hoped that one day she would get to fly. Giving a hop skip, she flapped her feathered arms and followed the chittering of the wrens that had caught her attention. She much preferred the company of her crow friends, but the little birds often reminded her of her sister with the way they hopped around and chattered with each other non-stop.
Pretending to fly, she found them bouncing amongst the branches of a bush. Laughing, she dropped to her knees and held her hand out.
“Hello,” she grinned in her silent manner. She could not really understand them like her sister seemed to, but that did not stop her from trying to talk to them. One of the birds paused and examined the young godling. “It’s a pretty day isn’t it?” she asked and carefully moved her hand closer to the curious bird. Unfortunately her movement startled one of the other wrens and they all flew off in a flutter of wings. Blinking, Kyrie sat back on her heels and watched them take to the sky. Well, that had been disappointing.
Flopping onto her back on the grass, she spread her legs and arms wide. Oh well. She had Infinity and all the crows to keep her company when she wanted it. She much preferred their company over the others anyways. Humming hoarsely to herself, she wiggled her toes and watched the leaves of the trees around her.
She stayed like that until she felt a little something touch her wrist. Turning her head, she saw a beautiful yellow butterfly. Before she could do anything, the butterfly took flight and she bounced up to her feet.
“Hey! Wait!” she called to it and began to chase the butterfly around the garden. Laughing the whole time, she hopped and skipped and jumped around, trying to get the butterfly to come back to her. When the butterfly finally found a spot on some bright red flowers, she started to close in on it. Creeping up slowly, she held her hands out, but then there was a flash. Blinking, she looked where it had come from and saw something sparkly on the ground. With the butterfly completely forgotten, she turned and dropped to her hands and knees. Crawling under some brush, she lowered herself onto her belly and reached for the sparkly object. It was a rock. But it was a beautiful rock. It was clear and hard and was made of the most peculiar shapes. Tracing her fingers over its smooth, faceted sides she felt excitement bubble up inside of her. This was the most amazing thing she had ever found! It was pretty and sparkly and all hers. She had found it in the garden therefore it did not belong to anyone. She was certain of it. Kicking her feet a little in contentment, she continued to admire her new treasure. She had lots of bones and bits of pretty cloth and string, but she did not have anything like this yet.
Wriggling back on her stomach, she emerged out from under the brush and she sat back to take another moment to admire her new treasure in the full sunlight. The thought that she should show her parents and siblings ran through her mind, but then she closed her dark fingers tightly around the stone and shook her head. No. It was hers and hers alone. She needed to put it in a safe place; somewhere that only she knew about. Rising to her feet, she peeked at her stone and stroked it once more with her finger before skipping back up to her home. Wandering through to the bedroom she shared with Caelia, she dropped to her hands and knees again and wriggled on her belly once more until she was under her bed. Reaching the far corner, she pulled a bit of blanket to her and unfolded it. Inside its folds were all of her treasures.
Setting the stone amongst them, she took a moment to begin to categorically admire each piece. First she lifted the bits of string and ran each one through her fingers before lying them down in order from longest to shortest. Then she lifted the bits of cloth and admired each one before setting them down in color order. Then she began sorting through the bones, all of which had come from her father’s office. Admiring their smoothness and shape, she set them down in order of her favourite to least favourite. Counting her treasures and then counting them again, she decided she had a nice collection. After several moments, she folded the blanket carefully around them and eased it back into its far corner. Easing out from under her bed, she glanced around and decided she was hungry. With that thought, she went off in search of either her mother or father in hopes that she could get some cookies.
