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[i]Her voice is so soothing.

Little bird?

But she

Little bird[/i]

He continued to rock for a second. He looked at Anya. He’d forgive her this time. Getting up from hugging his knees he fixed his hair. 

“The smallest bird is the bee hummingbird,” he told Liv, “But even still. My name is the one that holds the the sun and the moon. But I am not holding anything because I am on the ground. Because that’s where they put me.”

His attention is disrupted when another walks in. She scares him. She is scary. Her words are sweet. A venus flytrap. He looks at Liv and Anya, and sort of slides behind them in hopes she won’t see him.

“Another comes - voice as sweet as poison,” he whispers to himself.

[i]She 

Uh huh

Don’t let her see us[/i]

 “There’s so many little webs now, “ Skye mutters again to no one in the room.