Stone Circle there’s a heart in the sky there just is don’t ask why it says the sky

As Clary grew, there were more and more things she understood about the world. She understood the days got colder, but would eventually get warm again (or so the adults told her). She knew that when the sun ran away to the East, it would rise again in the West. She could count on all her toes, and name every colour of the rainbow. She knew she had a mama, and she knew she had a papa, now, too.

The pale girl stretched in the lazy air of the den, as the summons of a now familiar voice came to rest on her ears. But her sister roused first, and a spring of hope leapt through her chest at Steph's sudden departure, and Clary - quickly awake - surfaced from the den shortly after. Her murky eyes lit up when she caught sight of the steel man, but a glance around, and she couldn't see Steph - until she caught her sister's retreat to a far and opposite direction, and Clary felt her heart drop beneath the smile on her face.

Clary understood a lot about the world, but she couldn't understand why Steph wouldn't give Ezekiel a chance to even be her friend. She knew Steph's affection for the kind man Murdock, and she didn't mind if her sister saw him as dad instead. Things between them seemed good, and she'd watched how her sister took to him, and how he took to her with like happiness - and that was all she wanted. Happiness. But for everyone. And anyone who didn't work for that... Clary glanced at her sister, uncertainty in her pause. Anyone who didn't work for that, she didn't understand.

But she liked Ezekiel, and she liked how much he visited. Even more, she liked how much he payed attention to her. Something she had never experienced from anyone but mama before. If he was papa, she had no one to compare. So Clary bounced over, but with less of a spring than usual.

"Hiya Eezee!"  she chirped and sniffed around the furry lump at his paws. Warm, and enticing. Her tail thumped against the ground. "It's so... big!" Clary inclined her head to stare up at his face with wide-eyed wonder, and met a gaze blue as the sky. Happy, and dancing. She had eyes like his, too, she remembered - though she didn't yet realize her blues had long started their shift to a hazel much like her ma's. "Where'd you find it?"