Naomi had been gone on an errand, leaving Mizcariel in the capable hands of her father in their heaven. It was vast library, and a good environment for a child to grow up in. Mizcariel had already passed the milestone of walking, and was now working on full sentences. She was certainly her fathers daughter, wanting nothing more than for him to ready to her day in and day out. She had his raven curls and her mothers Blue eyes. Her wings were tiny, and she manifested them for her parents every once in awhile to show her happiness. But for now she held a leather bound book, old with no pictures. She lugged it over to her father as it was almost the size of her body. Mfph... she grunted as she toppled over the book and onto her stomach. Daddy... came her small whimper.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 20:32:42 +0000
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