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Two small feet bounced on wooden planks, laughing bubbling between both siblings. The two giggling so hard even their halos began to tip, thankfully– Robin took notice and adjusted them in the midst of her elder brothers’ soft rambles.
Her dress twirled in the air as they rang themselves into her bedroom, the door swiftly shutting behind them. The matter that made the two so giggly was honestly unknown, they stuck together like glue and made inside jokes of the smallest things.
A suspected theory was that it was just the two enjoying the others’ company and especially the warmth in the others’ youthful laugh.
“I should perform!” Robin blabbered out randomly. Sundays’ golden eyes gleamed with interest as he nodded aggressively, it was something he had done since the olden days at the orphanage.
Robin hopped up onto her small, circle-shaped mattress. Her star-filled, violet blanket ruffled with each step of hers. Her socks soft against the cool mattress, absent of her warmth after a day of wandering about in the large home.
Her softer emerald eyes met Sundays’ than the assortment of plushies lying about in her color-blasted room. The small boy dashed about stuffing the stuffed-animals into his arms to make an ‘audience’ for his young sister.
Collecting as much as he could, he went to the edge of her bed and started lining them up tall like a true crowd of fans watching her. Then he sat in-front of a patched-up pink bunny; some incident led to the need for the patches on it.
Robin smiled at the growing crowd of plushies and her most beloved fan– believer– Sunday. Balling her small hand into a fist to mimic a microphone, “Are you ready all for my very first performance– with such a big crowd! I’m used to only Sunny attending..” She said fidgeting with her fingers, growing nervous despite the rest of the crowd being old toys.
Holding up a reassuring thumbs up, “Don’t be sad, Robin! You got this– we believe in you! You sang so well while we played!” The blue-haired boy spoke, the memory still fresh in his mind–the reason behind their previous jokes and giggles.
They were doing their ‘dailies’ at the Oak home when Robin began to sing a tune that their Mom used to sing. The memory faint– and tainted, yet; neither of them could forget the polite song that whisked away all bad nightmares.
Sunday had listened intently, hearing how despite their little ages how Robin was born with a kiss from the ‘singing gods’. Only when the song concluded had Sunday spoken up, complimenting Robin on her abilities and memory.
Afterwards she was quite embarrassed, giggling to mask it as Sunday encouraged her to sing– to perform too. That one day, she would be able to do so in Penacony. To sing to a large group of people who weren't Sunday– or even Mr. Gopher Wood.
“You sure?” Robin questioned, looking down at her tiny socked-feet standing on-top of her stage.
“Yes! You’re amazing!” Standing up taller, his hands reaching to clasp over hers. “I’ll sing with you, but I’m not so good like you” Losing his previous bubble tone, filled with the same nervousness as his sister. Nonetheless, her head nodded.
Counting down together, taking a breath right before they searched for the proper note for the piece. “If I had a light” They sung in unison, their eyes meeting as the rest of the lyrics mellowed off their tongue.
Except– Sunday had stopped singing after the first five lines, allowing Robin the stage to herself.
His hands let loose of hers as he sat back down in-front of her. Singing the song as warm as their mother, his eyes welled up of gloss as memories flew through his mind– unpleasant ones mixing with the pleasant ones of the current and to be made.
In the glistening eyes there had been a sparkle– like a star, one they used to call their mother as no matter what they always found that same star staring at them in the depths of the night.
Sunday's hand clasped together as he began to clap and smile, admiring Robin as the notes flew through her vocal chords. The rhythm was faster than how their Mother used to sing it, but the remix was good.
So was Robin– So was Sunday, as long as they had each other and this small arena, everything would be okay.
The fairy-lights in Robins’ room lit up the arena with a warm breeze, the yellow lights hanging high above mimicking that of fireflies.
Fireflies worked as lights to guide someone through a path– tedious or light, Fireflies never gave up and this guiding stroll. To forever be a lamp of the night, flying through hoops and swirls.
And thus her song concluded, she bowed down to her ‘fans’. “I did it! Sunday!” She called out, as she raised her head up to meet her brothers’ wow’d eyes. “You bailed– but I still sang it! Just like mama!”
Chuckling as he raised his hands in fake guilt. Sunday learned his sister well and that she'd need a stepping stone to sing– or rather, perform.
“Just like Mama! Even Patchy agrees!” He added, snatching the pink bunny by its ear to bring it closer to Robin. The girl smiled and grabbed hold of Patchy, “Be gentle, you might tug her ear off, Brother”
“She’s sturdy now! Mr. Gopher Wood stitched her perfectly!” Swinging the bunny by the ear side-to-side to prove that the toy was somehow sturdier. Placing Patchy down carefully, Sunday hopped onto the stage with Robin.
“One day, you’ll be an amazing star!-- We should have our own star too!” The childish boy spoke. His sister nodded along with him, holding his hands. “We should have them right next to each other!”
The two began to babble aimlessly, tipping over into Robin’s tiny bed that could hardly contain both of them despite their little sizes. They made just enough room cuddled up with each other as they dazed off to the realm of sleep.
Sunday's head in her lap with her fingers twisted in his hair from her previously playing in it during their talk.
Robin swore just before she fell asleep– she heard her door creak open a bit, and Mr. Gopher Wood’s voice before he shut the door and let the two rest up.