It'd be wrong to accuse DDR of being only an adult alien; it wasn't as if she didn't enjoy relieving some part of childhood that had been denied to her. In many ways, Gaia had come to be an extended vacation to recover from a rather hectic life - Deirdra fully intended to return and shank some people on her home planet.

Until then she had jungle gyms, Ariel, a pink doll, and shining skies that warmed her skin. All in all, not a bad life.

DDR grabbed hold of the metal bars, palms slippery with noon-day sweat. She hadn't become strong enough in her present body to do anything more than pull herself up an inch or two - enough for her skinny legs to swing up and press the balls of her feet to the second bar. Her skirt fell back, revealing the (matching) bright orange spandex biker shorts under. Dee's legs went up and up, knees hooking, and she let herself fall.

To dangle. Six feet from the ground, back arched slightly so she could stare over to her uncle on the sidelines of the small jungle gym. He sat on a bench, impassive and unimpressed, DDR's day bag at his feet and a magazine in hand. From here, the bright sun glinted from the nasty-looking hooked spikes on his too long tail and for a moment, Kian looked much too dangerous.

"Come." said Deirdra, voice high and childish and all impatiant self-rightous knowing. Kian almost smiled, looked down at his magazine. She scowled, body relaxing to look around the playground curiously. Maybe someone else would come to help her.