[littl3chocobo]

peeking through the gold-striped curtains he smiled, mother's magic was something to behold and in it's weave there were few flies that were not caught. pulling his eyes away from the seats that were quickly filling with souls and bodies he went to help one of his sisters tie up her laces. the glitter and glamor of the spell was only as good as they played it to be and if any of the children failed their parts mother could not eat and they would be cast into the wind like seeds from a clock