You should really ask your parents about this

Poem was indeed under prepared for the onslaught that her second birthday brought with it. Her body ached and acted in ways she found herself ashamed of. Her moods were irregular and she couldn’t stop thinking about the boys outside of Abaven. She was frustrated, but remained within Abaven’s borders. She tried to stick to herself, but patrolling helped her to feel better so she was doing that when she caught sight of the tiny woman and her mouth full of flowers.

The young Destruction couldn’t deny what she’d seen at the party her sister held. Her father had been obviously close, but Poem hadn’t known it went farther than nurse and patient. Rhyme had smiled though, so whatever happened between them at least he wasn’t a shadow anymore. Poem tried to stay out of her way, but she was curious. ”Samara?” Oh please be the right name. ”Do you need help?”