Fishie, Fishie, Fishie! [POPTART]

@"Poptart"

The day was hot, it burned the fair-skinned child's flesh. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, but after getting dressed she had fled from the daycare center, to roam the island on her own.

In the end she had gotten lost, and had cried for a little bit until someone had shown her the fishies. She was now sitting on the railing on the pier, tottering dangerously on the wooden ledge, her sandals had already fallen into the water, was she to be next?

The little child with her overly large and pointed ears; ears that she would later become ashamed of - stared down into the water, trying to find a fishie. After about thirty minutes of this, she starts to get bored - and soon starts crying.

She can't get down from the ledge by herself, and she doesn't know where 'home' is - this is quite literally, she just stays in the orphanage when school isn't in-session and she's not on campus with the pre-k teachers. She whimpered to herself and released the ledge, rubbing at her face roughly - she didn't like crying.

Faeyt nodded at the stranger, twisting around on the ledge, this almost caused her to topple off of it. She was reaching for him, she just wanted to be held; after all lost four-year-olds who went off searching for parents really were not that common.

"Lo'tt." She mumbled, her words muffled by the raw throat her tears had caused. "Lo'tt. Faeyt lo'tt." She whispered, fingers trying to clasp onto the clothing that the stranger wore. She could not tell if he was a man or a woman - he looked like a lady but he didn't have the soft pillows she liked to snuggle against when strange women picked her up.

Faeyt giggled softly, shaking her head. "No! Faeyt is lost!" She frowns at the question, simply staring at the ground for a moment. After the few minutes of silence pass, she mumbles, "No parents."

She peered up at the man. "Are you a mommy or are you a daddy?" She inquired, blinking wide-eyed at the man. She didn't know what he was - he didn't have the soft pillows that mommies had, but he looked like a mommy.

"Are you my mommy or daddy?" She asked, blunt, to the point.

She peered upward, pouting quietly. He was not the first person to turn her down. She huffed quietly when he asked where she lived, and pointed off in the general area of the school. "Big house!" She stated, bobbing her head. She lived in 'the big house' with all the other kids.

Staring upward, the child rubbed at her eyes and mumbled, "Home?"

"Foood!" She squealed, beaming upward. "Foood!" She bobbed her head. She wanted food! She liked food. She squirmed around to tug out a melted chocolate cookie, holding it up to show the man. She had food! She brought it with her!

She brings the cookie to her mouth, starting to chew on the melted glob of mess slowly. It probably wasn't the best thing for her to have after it's been abused in her pocket, but she didn't care, it was her cookie.