The Sunspire little star

the children were growing. the ways in which they grew were plentiful, expected, easily witnessed as tiny moments of triumph. the opening of eyes, uncurling of ears. the discovery of a voice. although little ibis had grown in to her body in the months that passed, she was clearly destined to be small, to be delicate, and the strongest part about her - aside from an unyielding spirit - was that precious little voice.

her voice was her strength. she babbled often, she sang in fits with the birds come morning, and cooed her brother to sleep at night. there was a brightness to the little one which had not been sullied yet - an innocence - and as she basked in the company of her brother @Okeanos she only wished he could sing with her. but she was no bully; the child knew to be quiet at nap time, and dared not raise her voice in case he woke against his wishes, but it took some effort on her part to remain calm as she cuddled up against him.