A face of porcelain flesh tilts unto the purest blue spread atop the towering trees, inquisitive eyes of gray analyzing the heavens. And this she did so carefully as though an astronomer, although with interest in something far beyond the rhythmic dance of the celestial hunks of rock and gas floating about. Although perhaps none other than the most skilled artist would note such a fact, this child had taken the time to observe the domain of avians. And from this came the conclusion that time seemed to cease in the further reaches of the atmosphere.

The practiced steps of light and shadow creaked to a close in the sky to leave nothing but the most unchanging shades of blue. This unexplored kingdom contaminated only with the fading rays of the lazy afternoon sun and the occasional cloud whose shade she so eagerly would seek. And yet while others would scorn her for adoring such things, she gazed onwards as if a treasure unseen lay beyond, laid out to behold in her eyes and hers only. And perhaps it was in fear of this laughter she so carefully guarded her emotions.

A mere moment of surprise overtook as her silent observation was interrupted by the presence of others, unwelcome others. But who was she, a mere youngster such as herself, to claim such a vast land with no true physical force to harness? And yet for a moment she scowled, the only hint of her displeasure remaining a heartbeat and not a moment more. The hum of voices sang faraway, the buzz of an insistent bee that simply refused to be struck. The sound was maddening and so therefore she disapproved. Solitude was bliss to this child, unlike those of that faraway world some claimed to have seen. Isolation was crucial for sanity.

Therefore the second had come in which it was time for her to depart. A curt flip of the heels turned the child westward, had the direction she been facing be north. She was no compass, of deciphering north or of moral righteousness and time would be wasted should she bother spare precious moments to figure. These humans whom had traveled to this unfamiliar territory were, to put bluntly, morons. They spent their time figuring out where to go, only to toil and suffer when they reached this destination. And by the time they realized this, it was at their deathbed.

Pathetic, her inner voice stated in distaste, as she began to walk from the unceasing hum. It was best not to remain any longer, for stupidity tended to be contagious.