【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第七章（下）(42)

“Papa really does want you home, though,” she reiterated, even as she dropped onto the ground beside him and laid her little head against his chest, her twin braids like pink snakes coiling across his torso. Techno leveled his breathing so she could stay lying there peacefully, as if she were a wild animal that could be spooked away with one wrong move. But though she did have some of the wilderness in her, there was no doubt in his mind that she was fearless. Six years old, and Techno already knew that she would someday rule the world—and he would be the proudest older brother on the face of the earth.

“Techno?” she asked pensively after a moment of comfortable silence (there was seldom a different kind of silence Between the two of them; in a family of loud, loving parents and louder, more annoying siblings, he and his youngest sister had managed to carve out a space for themselves where they did not need to shout to be heard). She was gazing up at the foliage above them, her face dotted with the sunlight that punctured stubbornly through the leaves, unwilling to let their route to the earth be interrupted by anything less than a fellow star child. “Do you ever feel like,” she began haltingly, “like your spirit is too big for your own body?”