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[ Fire is something that is natural for Birdie. Fire is what she is, in a way. The phoenix loves it, sings to it, dances for it, celebrates its warmth and ultimately, sees no harm in it, but somehow, the burning flowers left her little heart sad.

A wolf had brought her a piece of metal - a medal, but she does not know that for she has never seen one, doesn't know what it means. She can't read either, so she has no idea what is written there. She knows they are words, but doesn't know how to put them together. There's still so much to learn and really, she wants to, but she doesn't seem very keen of it as of late. The whole caged feel... It gets her down and even if she can fly as far as the sky lets her, she can't get out of the Gardens. They're pretty and peaceful and the people are nice and the magic is warm but a prison is a prison and the phoenix feels anxious when she thinks about it.

She sits at the lake's shore, legs like in a Yoga position, butterfly-style, elbows tucked in close to her body and torso slightly hunched forward. She stares at the rhythmically calm waters and wiggles her nose a little, before moving her eyes to the pebbles near her. She grabs a handful, tries to pick the smoothest ones, and curls her hand around them, slowly, flicking her wrist, making the stone skip against the surface of the water before sinking like Caprica had taught her.

She blinks slowly and lowers her head to the medal in front of her and frowns. She doesn't know what it means, but she knows somehow it's about the flowers. So she feels a little sad every time she takes a look at it and it shows on her little face. She makes a small noise to show it, too, and hugs her knees to her chest, cheek resting on them. She's confused, she's trapped and she can't fly away. And the spoiled little thing just wants to crawl against someone and block out everything. ]

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[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ She shrugs, placing her hands on her tiny shoulders, curling around herself. ]

I don't like her, she trapped us here, she did.

[hicanistabyou.livejournal.com]

[Sydney gives her a look. If anything, the way the girl talks makes her sound pretty damaged up there.

Curious.]

Looks like it... [gently brushing her hair behind her ear desu.] You don't like it here...?

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ She looks at Sydney and shrugs. It's difficult to put it in words, for her. She leans her chin on her arms and lolls her head slightly side to side. ]

It's nice, here, with the magic, and the people, too, they are okay with it. But, here, I am trapped, caged, I don't like it, I can't fly far enough. [ Birdie tilts her head back, eyes on the sky. ] Can't find the missing stars here, either, no.

[hicanistabyou.livejournal.com]

[Sydney listens a little absent-mindedly, as she does with everyone else. She only hangs on to the words that stick out from the rest.]

What missing stars? [and she looks up.]

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ Birdie is quiet for a moment, gazing at the late afternoon sky. ]

Back where I was, yes? The missing Stars are gone and I have to find them, yes I do. [ She rocks side to side absent-minded, heels digging into the soft ground of the shore. ] Because of magic, it's chained, forbidden, from where I come from.

[hicanistabyou.livejournal.com]

[a frown. Such a skeptical frown. Like she thinks you're freaking crazy but doesn't want to say anything.

Instead, she knits her eyebrows. She doesn't look too fake, just sympathetic enough.]

That's kind of sad.

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ Given as she has no idea Sydney doesn't believe her, Birdie just nods and sighs a little, digging her fingers against a handful of pebbles and picking out a couple. She doesn't make them skip, but she throws them into the lake to watch them sink. ]

And you? [ She suddenly asks, turning her attention back to her again. ] The flowers, did they get you, did they?

[hicanistabyou.livejournal.com]

Who, me? [a nervous exhale, almost a laugh.] Oh no. I dodged that bullet.

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ Blinking, confused. She tilts her head to the other side while looking at Sydney with her mouth a little open. ]

What's that, what is it, a bullet?

[hicanistabyou.livejournal.com]

[and her expression fades back into a confused frown.] You don't know what a bullet is?