Little Deemo (ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

Chapter 2

Humans were not that terribly different to myself.

It was a lot more similar than I had originally anticipated.

She was what you call a little girl, she seemed to be young at age, and that they needed to eat and sleep just like I did. But little girls were classified as children in your place.

And children apparently needed to be occupied or they'd end up in mischief...

I didn't fully understand what that meant until I walked in on her stacking all the books I had brought to her so she could balance off them. Her sudden height startled me as my presence made her too jump, the tower she had created seemed to collapse and she yelped as she started falling.

I raced forwards and dived to the ground in order to catch her.

She landed in my arms and we both slid across the floor and eventually crashed into a wooden chair. She seemed to find the whole thing funny.

I was mildly annoyed as she seemed to let the incident roll off her like raindrops. She started giggling as she started running around the room like she was some sort of plane. She seemed to amuse herself, but bumped into things ever now and then.

I watched her for a few moments before sitting and eventually standing up. She wasn't like anything that had been abandoned before in My Place. If she was mainly like me then would she act like me? Would she do the same things as me?

And if this was the case, there couldn't be two of us if there was only meant to be one of me. Maybe she could be some sort of pet perhaps, she certainly seemed to act like one.

I watched as she continued to fly around, constantly running into things and falling over a number of times to the point I thought something was wrong. But eventually, I stood in her line of flying, and watched as she ran into my side. Not enough to hurt me, but upon impact she yelped and jumped back like my sudden presence had startled her.

She looked to me, managed to register me, and soon rubbed her eyes as if polished windows.

Did she have a problem seeing?

She seemed fine before.

I kneeled down to her and took her hands from her eyes. She had nice eyes, nice brown orbs. But I didn't see what was wrong with them. She smiled to me and attempted to pinch my face before I stood up beyond her reach, granting me with a whine of disapproval. Her whines were short lived however, and soon turned into drowsy yawns.

So children do get tired?

She continued to yawn for a few moments, rubbing her eyes again and stretching her arms before looking around as if she hadn't admitted to her tiredness. She walked to the fireplace and sat before it and watched the flames dance.

I sat down in the armchair behind her and just stared at her.

I had no clue as to what to do with her. I assumed she could stay with me until I found her a place, but I didn't exactly know what she would be good for. She wasn't a book or a cheeky plant, she didn't fly or dig holes or hum in the night. She wasn't frightening or intimidating, if anything she was an adorable little thing. So what do I do? What would she have done back at the place she had been abandoned?

Could that have been why she was abandoned?

Because she didn't have a thing to do?

From what the book told me little children were like jewels in Your Place, needed to be treated delicately and they could be diamonds in the sky when they got older and have their own gems to take care of.