So small. Almost... fragile. The little beings she saw frolicking through the park had Chantelle's head canting to the side slowly, her large eyes somehow wider with curiosity. She sat atop the bar to the swing, on which no child dared to even approach thanks to the girl's presence.
For nearly an hour she continued to simply... watch. These small creatures were so cute. She wasn't utterly clueless, of course; she knew them to be children. She knew how they were made and that they required care and attention. But for some reason... even that didn't stop the gears in her head from slowly turning.
How fun might it be to help create little beings in her likeness? Small, miniature versions of her to terrorize the Academy when the time came. A wicked grin spread over her lips shortly before a somewhat unsettling giggle escaped her. Before long Chantelle was gently floating down from atop the swing, hovering above the ground just slightly, keeping her feet out of the grass and dirt.
It was settled. The concept of making little versions of herself was far too intriguing for her to pass up.
Now it was just a matter of deciding... Should she do it alone? Or find... another?
