Sixth Flight: Our little pilot is even tinier [Action/Accidental Voice]

[iptamenos]

[Claus is standing outside, holding a little card that's hung around his neck by a string. He's looking up at the sky, interested, smiling. He's got his journal open, holding it against his chest with his other arm.]

Wooow! Mom! Dad! Lavie! Mr. Head! Lookit all this. What is it?

Ah? Where did they go? I wonder where the house went. I didn't know we were goin' on a trip.

[ooc: Claus is about five right now.]