She liked birds, but birds did not talk. She did not like this particular bird, despite its singing. She did not trust it. The blonde girl’s eyes akways narrowed slightly at the thing that called itself Kinigisdi whenever it was near. For some reason the bird seemed to follow her. She recognized the bird’s music in the trees. She was still not certain that it was the bird that talked inside her head. It was hard to figure out, especially since the girl was well aware of her vivid imagination. She was slightly troubled though, because she really liked the bird’s appearance and pretty singing, but she did not like that it behaved so unnatural and that it followed her like some scary miniature stalker thing. No, it made her feel at unease. There was this other thing too that made her feel all uneasy about this. If it could talk inside her head, could it hear her thoughts? Noir’s thoughts belonged only to Noir! No, she did not like this at all. The girl had somehow yet to guess exactly what Kinigisdi was. If she had shared her story with her mother or sister, they would have been able to tell her that the bird was her spirit guide. It was a very obvious thing, but not to an oblivious child.
There was a voice calling her name. She instantly recognized the voice as Uncle Ho, and she jumped up and banged her head into the wall inside of Baby Duck’s house. Her mother had opened the roof and helped Noir into the box so that she could snuggle up to Baby Duck. He looked horrible still, and was white with cloth bandages instead of gray. He was not dead though, which was a really, really good thing. However, the box had become extremely hot, and it was not until she now moved that she realized exactly how deadly the heat was inside the box. She automatically let out a whimper in discomfort, and the bandaged duckling ran for the opening that Noir’s body had been blocking until now. ”Wait, Baby Duck!” the girl pleaded, poking her head out of the exit of Baby Duck’s box. The duck stumbled about on its own, running around the box and falling every few seconds.
”Uncle ho!” the young girl called out, trying to wriggle her head back into the box, but found herself stuck. Oh, no, this was Attila and Ocèane and the failed hide and seek game all over again. There was a delicate birdsong from one of the nearby trees. If she listened well enough, she was certain that she would hear the stupid bird’s laughter. She wriggled slowly and mumbled small insults under her breath, all of them directed at the bird and the stupid Baby Duck that was still waltzing around in the nearby area. It was so hot. The girl’s salmon tongue leapt out from her mouth, and she panted lightly, looking like a wolf box, with only her head visible and stuck in the entrance.