She picks herself up with her teal colored wings. Grinning wide at the blood bay that was looking at her. She gets closer and sees the limp. You ok mister? She queers, worry creasing her face. Depends on the context She pauses scrunching her face curious about his scent and strange markings. Wartime? Whats that? Big eyes look up at him bright with curiousity. I'm not alone you are with me. She grins big proud of herself for knowing that.
Just days before she had been so horribly alone, so dark and cold was the world. Until Clark showed up. He was the perfect gentleman showing her what her dad smelled like, telling her that he was in the Chamber. Giving her dirrections there. She was glad that she wasn't without a family. Daddy, where did mommy go? She askes as if he should know, forgetting for the moment that he wouldn't know her from a hole in the wall.
Plopping herself down infront of him after her inspection was over with she makes herself comfortable completely oblivious to the oddity of her body and what others must be thinking. She figured this was how most where born. Those crazy legs must come later in life.
Petya
up above the world so high