As Millicent and Arella crossed the street to Izzy's flower shop, two things caught the attention of Mill; the little girl that looked as though Arella's size and age, the look on the child's face of pure loss and terror, the fact she was rocking from the edge of the sidewalk and staring at Mill and Arella caused Mill's heart to skip in beats, in a rather bad way. Motherly instict caused her to actually pull ahead of Arella, now tugging her quickly towards the little one. Arella's chubby feet moved quicker as well as she waved at the little girl, a big smile passing her features.<br/><br/>Once they got to the child, Arella started talking a mile a minute in her squeaky voice, 'hi! I'm Arella!', Mill's daughter hopping back and forth from one foot to another, her hair bouncing around her face, 'who you? why you here alone? you like da daisies toooo?'<br/><br/>Mill furrows her brow, looking around for a parent to this child, finally kneeling at the edge of the street, head tilting as her eyesight was parallel to the little girls. Mill could hear her thoughts, yet they were jumbled, a trainwreck of concerns and yet strange tones that kept reiterating 'mommy', and 'sleeping', and the girl looked awful in being so thin, her clothes not exactly clean, either.<br/><br/>Blinking slowly at the little one, Mill finally speaks once Arella has completed her entourage of questions, smiling at the girl to not express her own concerns, her tone soft, she speaks slowly and clearly, as anyone would do with a child that is seemingly lost. 'sweetheart, you're going to get hurt so close to the road. Where's your mom or dad?'<br/><br/>As she asks this of the tiny one, Arella gasps out, pointing at the man passing them, her own eyes wide and she claps and 'ooooooh's' at his performance. Mill's eyes watch the man, her brow furrowing, then her nose sniffs in quickly, and she blinks in his direction. He is not human, he is not of her kind, but something is very different about him, that she cannot pinpoint. Maybe this guy, acting quite the oddball, is this little girl's father. If so, why is he letting her so near the street?! Mill reacts to these thoughts, standing now, 'Arella, stay with her a moment and don't let her near that street. Go look at the flowers with her, ok? Find your daisies'.<br/><br/>Arella nods to Millicent, taking the girl's hand in her own tiny one, squeaking out, 'my show you da daisies! mommy says you stay 'way from dat staaareeeeet!' Arella pulls gently on the little girl's hand and tugs her towards the flowers behind them, trying to show her new buddy how to properly pluck petals. Mill groans, Izzy was going to have a FIT if she caught Arie doing that and teaching another child to join in, knowing she'd be purchasing petal-less flowers by the dozens here soon. First, she needed to find out if this was the girl's father and what he is thinking letting this child wander like this.<br/><br/>Arella's own shadows writhe and bend around both girls' feet, protectively as Mill moves behind the man, clearing her throat. He continues this haphazard 'walk' on his hands, just grinning away, and Mill reaches out with her right hand, connecting it with the back of his right leg, pushing forward enough to hopefully topple him over, stating with an irritated tone, 'EXCUSE me, is that your daughter over there? She almost FELL into the street!! Why are you doing this goofy trick when she can get hurt?'<br/><br/>Millicent, so outraged that this man is potentially the child's father and left her unattended, paid no mind to what raced through her as she touched him. Had she been calmer, perhaps thought out the situation before assuming anything, she would have already known by the contact the truth of the matter, however, her anger in assumptions by far ruled over her at this moment, and the stance she took, hands pulling to her hips as those cute wedge sandals gave her a defensive posture, head cocking as she stared at his backside, eyes squinting while lips pursed, well that stance pretty much said it all as to how she felt at the moment.<br/><br/>Arella she could hear singing away behind her in a terrible tone and silly verbage, 'dis DAISY FWOWER saaaaays he wubs me NOT! Dis daisy FWOWER saaaaaays he wubs me awot!' Arella nods to the little girl, trying to get her to pick at them, too.