mini-bebbehs
Grocery shopping. An extremely excruciating task to the average civilian, and this was no exception for Kimiko. Perhaps it was complete lack of interest in organic fruits or her lack-a-daisy attitude about lugging giant bags or food across Durem that contributed to her severe dislike of shopping for groceries. However, cranky as she was, there was no mistaking the fact that something interesting was going to happen on this seemingly ordinary day at the market.
The figure walked down the sidewalk, balancing-or, more accurately, fumbling with-a stack of pasta boxes in one hand, and wheeling a stroller along with the other. If not for the sudden moment of chance, she would not have even discovered the small being on the corner of 5th and 6th.
“Ungrateful little-“ Kimiko muttered, before stumbling over her own feet. The pasta went flying, and in a nearly comical moment, Kimiko went flying as well.
“Gorf!” She cried, sprawled out on the hard cement. Looking up, she could barely make out the tiny figure ahead of her.
The girl had silvery hair with a blue tint; Kimiko could not exactly tell what color it was, as it seemed to change colors as it swished. She was also perched on a cloud. Cute. Now, Kimiko did not see mini-bebbehs often, although she lived in Gaia. Especially not mini-bebbehs perched on clouds. And everyone knows of the strange things that occur in Gaia, right? So Kimiko’s heart was immediately drawn to this darling little figure in front of her. She pulled herself up and collected her things-a pasta box had gotten lodged in the storm drain, she had to snigger at that-quietly, placing them down on the ground next to her. She then kneeled down in an attempt to put herself in, at least, a relative size to the child. Around 4 to 5 inches, she could estimate. She managed to pull herself down to the height of 12 inches-an impressive feat, even for one as short as her-and waggled her fingers at the “bebbeh”.
“Hello, what’s your name?” She crooned, looking at the child with a face of immense curiosity. Just then, she noticed a note near the small person, if she could call her that.
“This is Raine. To the person who finds her, please take care of her . . .” Kimiko read, still in the rather unusual position on the ground. A few passing civilians slowed to turn and stare, and Kimiko shot them a salute to the best of her ability. Turning back to the baby, she held out her pinky in a friendly gesture. “Well Raine, I’m Kimiko!” She said, rather spunky if she could say so herself. Her smile faltered, however, as she watched the girl turn her head, apparently uninterested in what she had to say.
“You’d better come with me, this corner gets busy during this time of day.” She said hurriedly, noticing the sudden influx of people passing by them. Lifting the babe-and her cloud-onto her palm, she yipped. “Eek, cold! Cold!” Kimi cried, resisting the urge to draw back her hand from the ice Seraphii. How could such a little girl be so cold? She pondered this thought as she grabbed the stack of pasta boxes, beginning her balancing antics again. She placed the babe inside the cup holder of her stroller-she didn’t use it much, anyway, so that was okay-and began her long trek home.
“We’re home!” The girl stretched, apparently glad to be free of the heavy load. Unstrapping the toddler from the stroller, she turned to smile at Raine. The babe seemed to be uninterested by her new surroundings; what else was new? She started to show a small speck of interest as she saw the open box of pocky on the coffee table however, and started toward it. She selected a stick of pocky from the top, and began her feast. Of course, it wasn’t really a feast by human standards; how much pocky could a Seraphii eat anyway? Kimiko chuckled when she saw this however, and nodded. It was a silly sight, seeing the small being pouring so much concentration on the stick of pocky in front of her. Plopping down on the couch, she sighed.
“Raine, my friend . . . I think you’re going to like it here.” She said happily, and began where she left off in her book of alchemy. Equivalent exchange is the basis of alchemy, and explains that nothing can be gained without giving something in return . . .
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