Prince of Travellers

Ella wasn't the only surprise Miller wandering around the island this weekend; Zia had been waiting when they arrived with a shrug and an off-hand, 'I knew you was gonna be here'. Hya loved littles, his or otherwise, and had spent much of the weekend with Zia going on 'adventures' across the island. The tiny girl had a wild imagination, which had led them to battling trees in the preserve and using the swingset at the park to fly up into a kingdom in the sky and petting horses at the stable who were Tsingani-bred and learned secrets from the wind that they would share if you brushed them right and gave them treats.

For now, though, they were curled up in an arm chair in the hotel, Zia dictating a rambling story about a carnie princess while Hyacinthe wrote it down. Later, Zia was going to draw pictures to go with it, so she could give it to her mommy before she went home again. Hya smiled and nodded and wrote everything down in his very best handwriting and tried not to let his heart break over the villain in the story being 'the mean old Mr. Ocean who takes and takes an' never gives nothin' back.'

[Primarily for the little and her mom, but open!]