Who: Allelujah Haptism and little Marie.
Where: Espoir, somewhere in the fields.
Style: Either.
Status: Open.
The distant shape twinkled against the sun, before floating whimsically to sail in the afternoon wind. The linen line tugged at Marie's small fingers as the wind pulled the kite higher, as if threatening to lift the small girl off her feet and off the grass.
Her eyes followed the flying shape earnestly. It wasn't a fancy design, but the bright red of it never left her line of vision.
"It's going up all the way to space!" she called, just as her hat was snapped off her hair by the same mischievous wind.