Cate, a little girl with handy powers. Indira is like a cat almost clawing at her, intent on raising her under her wing. But here you are, taking her, while she's anxious in her own troubles.

Parent. She doesn't even look beyond that label, calling you mother, sometimes. You always knew more, but without telling it to her. She just did whatever you told her without question. Dove trusted you like she trusted herself.

She fidgeted uncertainly on the lush couch, biting her lower lip as she usually came to you after school like some damn good girl. She crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing the fabric of her top. She was impatient to tell all the shit that had come over her this day. To brag about the best grades in the class.

When you finally sat down across from her, her green eyes sparkled, as if something inside her was on fire. Leaning her elbows on her knees, she reached for some kind of bun, always lying on your desk for show. You always had something she would surely take. A magazine with a nice cover, just some kind of pen she could twirl in her hands.

Cate took a small bite, tasting the cloying taste of cherry on her lips. "Rufus is such an idiot. I told him to dip his white hair in shit again." She giggled, bowing her head. This was an amusing pastime, at least a hell of a lot of fun.