How Green Becomes Wood

Grinning once her feet were settled on the ground, entirely unaware of her father watching from the window, she immediately turned and began hurrying through the grass. She wasn't quite able to run yet, but she was getting closer, and this was a big, wide space to practice in.
 
Xander let her run, zipping up his jacket as he watched her. He set down the toys and let them lay off to the side where Ivy could play with them when she was ready. For now, it was good for her to get some free movement in, he figured.
 
Shrieking, she hurried off again, occasionally looking back at him and giggling to see him with her. The previous March she hadn't even been crawling yet, not yet aware of the changing seasons, and now she was nearly running across the yard, glad to have her brother following after her.
 
"Where do you think you're going without me, eh?" Xander called to her. "Where are we going? Watch out for the flowers!" He followed after her, enjoying the movement in the cool air. March was a nice month.
 
Laughing as she continued to run from him, she all at once tripped over her feet and rolled over in the grass, a bit stunned by what had occurred as she found herself looking up at the sky.
 
Blinking up at him, Ivy sat there for a few moments, looking like she was considering if she felt like crying or not, and then sat up, and in the flat tone of her father, she said, "Uh-oh."
 
Ivy pushed herself back up to her feet and then started off again, although now she was exploring moreso than running, and still looking back over her shoulder at Xander wherever she went.
 
Xander stuck his hands in his pockets and followed her around, nodding to her or occasionally saying something, but mostly staying quiet, content to let her take the lead in whatever she wanted to do.
 
She found herself squatting down by a rock, finding it, for whatever reason, very interesting. It was a nice flat rock, the sort worms and roly-polies were often found beneath, but she was just looking at the top of it. Meanwhile, the sounds of Daizi playing her harp and singing in Arabic drifted down from the open window of the music room.
 
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"Sounds like Mama is enjoying herself," Xander said, crouching across from Ivy. He waited as she looked at the rock for a bit, and then he lifted the rock, tipping it and holding it on its side so that she could see underneath.
 
When Xander lifted the rock, Ivy's eyes wondered in true wonderment, having never before in her life seen anything of its equal. Pointing at one of the wriggling bugs, Ivy asked, "This?"
 
Xander adjusted his hold on the rock so that he'd have one hand free in case she decided to try to pick it up. He did not trust her to not put anything she held into her mouth. A bit of dirt wouldn't hurt, but a whole worm? That'd not turn out well. "It's a slimy worm, isn't it? That's how they slide through the dirt. Slime."
 
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