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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy is still the size of a bullet, and VERY VERY TIRED OF BEING IGNORED BY ALL YOU BIG PEOPLE. So here she is, sitting in the middle of a flock of minuscule, brightly-colored birds. She's surrounded by a faint, cool glow. He mouth is wide open and more of the little jewel-colored creatures are spilling out onto the plane every moment as she croons a tuneless little song.]

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[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

Huh. [Pats the very tiny kitty on the head.] Did you hit your head on something or something?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

A hammer! It didn't hurt though.

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to drop this subject for now.] Okay. What about the birds? What do they do?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

They're birds. They do bird-things.

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

That's boring, un.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Why, un? I like birds!

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

Well, sure. [He makes a clay bird.] But they should do something interesting, un. [The bird takes off and explodes in pretty colors.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Watches his bird explode, contemplates her birds for a moment, and then gives an abnormal little trill. They all burst into flight, swirling around her and twittering, little trails of gold streaming from their mouths until she's surrounded by a haze of sun-colored light.]

Like this?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Amused grin.] Something like that, un. [He tilts his head, examining them for a bit, and makes another bird. This one explodes in a streak, like a shooting star.]