jeweled girl

His thin pink lips parted to release tiny, soft giggles. In Heaven, there weren’t many angels his age and most of them kept to being so… uptight. None of them seemed to understand what it was like to smile and laugh; a true pity. Those who did, however, were usually regarded as disappointments. It was weird. Why did no one see him that way, then? Had he been a destined disappointment so no one cared?

Aaa, that no longer mattered. What did was this event playing out right now. He enjoyed it - everything from the scenery to the person with him. She was indeed a nice girl.

The angel lowered his hands and looked at her, listening to the blonde speak and, upon her finishing, spoke his response, “I can agree. The only person I can consider a friend is much older than me and always busy. I haven’t had this much fun in forever.”

"I’m honoured to be your first friend, miss. I hope we’re friends for a long time!"

He then laughed when he was splashed, this time unable to block it. He rushed after her and then lowered his hands to scoop up some of the cool water in his hands before promptly tossing it her way.

Laughing as she was splashed, she giggled and moved her golden hair, which had promptly grabbed most of the water damage since she'd been bending down to pick up this shiny pebble. "I found something~!" Holding it in the palm of her hand, the small, smooth, shining stone turned out to be an opal. However, she was ill-knowledged in gemstones, so she had no idea what it was.

"Such a pretty pebble..." Looking down, she found yet another, pressing the first delicately into his palm, grinning. "Keep it!" Pocketing the second, she took his hand again, walking up-river through the gentle currents.

"I hope so too... Call me Trina, ok?" Smiling at him, she gave his fingers a gentle squeeze, delicate appendages intertwining with his innocently. "Daddy tells me I shouldn't speak. That my voice causes too much good. Though I thought doing good was a nice thing. Right?"

Wasn't that it?

Bleeding from a cheek, she stared at her aunt silently. She was forced not to speak around them.

"You useless, ungrateful child! How dare you call yourself my niece!"

Finally, she'd had enough. Despite her mother and father's simultaneous cries of 'Trina, no!', she parted lips and started to speak.

"I am not useless. Nor am I ungrateful. I am Trina Winters. And it's too bad you don't like mama. She's a wonderful mama and you two are evil! Wicked wicked wicked! I don't want to be your niece! I want to be with mama and daddy! And that's it!"

For such a small girl of nine, she was able to stand up for herself, at least.