Star Children (Old Prologue/ Pilot) The real story is not done

How to go from a simple meeting to a prison break in one week (2)

"AH!?"

Spooked by the sudden yell, the few doves that were perched on top of the windowsill flew away.
The sound of their wings nearly drowned out the merry bustle from the street down below.

Beyond the window with the peach-coloured curtains, tired golden eyes blinked slowly, not reacting the slightest when the sun shone onto the young girl, who was tangled in her blanket on the carpeted floor.

In the distance, frantic footsteps slowly drew closer.

Marlia sighed, freeing one of her hands and brushing it over her face.
Mentally, she started the countdown.

Three...

Two...

One...

"Marlia are you alright? Did something happen? I heard you yell,"
Tayo asked as he barged into her room with a worried expression.
His hand rested on the doorframe, while the other was occupied by a spatula.

Tayo looked like he came fresh out of the kitchen, judging by the apron and the smell of food that waft inside through the open door.

He seemed surprised, even if that surprise soon got replaced by blatant amusement.

No wonder, since he was greeted by the sight of his half-asleep daughter, who was trapped in her blanket on the floor and had most likely fallen out of her bed. Again.

"Oh dear, how do you manage to do that every time?"

He murmured, a chuckle disrupting his words as he approached her to help.

While his hands were busy gently prying away the offending fabric, he noticed that, much to his surprise, Asgira hadn't done as much as shift in their sleep, their still figure lying on the other side of the bed.

They seemed to be a heavy sleeper if all of that commotion hadn't woken them up yet.
How interesting. He had expected something else.

Yawning loudly, Marlia rubbed her eyes and stood up, now free from the blanket that had caused her descent from the heavenly throne called bed.

"Everything alright, nothing hurts?"
He asked softly, searching her face for any signs of discomfort.

"Yeah yeah, I just fell out of bed, don't worry about it I'm fine," Marlia answered with a small smile on her face.

"Alright then, get changed and wake up Asgira, we're having breakfast soon."

Patting her shoulder lovingly, he turned around and left to a hopefully not-burned-down kitchen.

Marlia had to stop herself from jumping up and down on the spot. Her golden eyes brimming with life and excitement.

All of her sleepiness vanished as soon as he mentioned breakfast.

How could she not?
After all, she knew no better cook in her family other than him.
It would be a crime not to eat it.

A mischievous grin crept onto her face.

Her gaze drifted to the other figure sleeping in her bed, unbothered by the sunlight that hit their face.

That won't do.

Rushing to the bathroom with newly lit determination and clean clothes in her arms, she sped through her morning routine, sprinted back, and jumped onto the bed with a wild grin.

"AH?! WHAT THE FUCK!"

The poor birds outside couldn't get a break.

Dishevelled pale blond hair, hazy black/yellow eyes, and an absolutely furious expression.
All that could be seen on the poor victim of Marlia's attack.