The process of walking was quickly proving to be far more plex than I remember it being as I couldn’t help falling over quite a few times. It is certainly embarrassing to me that this was the thiing in the way of my sed ce at life; fortunately my new parents & servants knew about my weakness. Although the previous me wasn’t aware, with the knowledge gained due to my past life, I quickly realised that the dress I wore was lightly padded. When bined with how well maintaihese pavements were - there was essentially no risk in me actally skimming my khey didu go so faw…” My hands unsciously reach up to press my chubby cheeks only to feel a warmth radiating out from them.There was a certain level of relief that I could still feel embarrassment, however, that didn’t ge the fact that it was embarrassing. I also couldn’t just pin about it sihat would make me ungrateful about them taking care of my well being. From my experiences in the slums I khat one scratch easily cause oo lose aire limb if left unchecked.sidering the personality I projected to others - bubbly and kind of air headed at times - they would obviously assume I would just keep any scrapes I get to myself. On top of that they would be right about me doing that.No way I would expose the fact that I fell over. But I am notig that this is even worse than before; if I had to guess why it would probably be due to a differen proportions?With my legs and other limbs being obviously far smaller having a rge effect, having said that, there was an even more integral than that. Being a female meant that my hips to my shoulders were slightly differently proportioned with that probably only getting worse as time went on.Perhaps my mommy had predicted that would cause me issues (like it was) thus decided to have me regress at the age of five? Afterall, as smart as I no doubt am, there would certainly be signifitly greater issues if I had to get used to that vast difference as a grown lus it would be far more dangerous & absurd to be tumbling around as an adult.At the same time… It would have been eveer if she just had me regress into the form of a baby thus there would be even less issues in adapting to the differences. In fact, I would probably be able to adapt faster than a normal baby, but even this be expined away.Mommy is sadistic so of course she would make me suffer a bit; at the very least this will lead to less baby birthed boredom while still presenting the same ce to be decred a prodigy…Though - upoopic of being a genius - that didn’t seem to help whatsoever in finding my way to my daddy as I was well and truly lost with no servants in sight. My only answer for this absurd event would be that it was a day when we only had essential workers since my parents were quite generous employers. Before they had us, everyo the driver arently given a vacation once a month while they went on a date, however with three children they obviously needed more help to ensure our safety.Didn’t ge the fact I had no idea where my father was nor really where I was. The area I currently was, was a beautiful wooded area with flowers in mid bloom. Overall, it leasing experieh that floral st mixing with the natural musk that one could only find iween a set of well aged trees.I experie quite a bit in my previous life since I used to do traband runs where forests came in handy to help fuse arying to track me. As rexing as I find the forest, it doesn’t ge the fact that I’m lost, something I would likely be remorselessly teased about if my new family found out. Afterall the floor itself acted as a literal guide to anywhere one could want to go; it just so happened I was so busy trying to avoid hitting the ground that I fot to look at the ground…Obviously - I couldn’t actually be bmed for this - so I decided that I would try to vince my parents to get a holopad iure as to prevent this situation. For now I should just try tain my bearings; looking around things weren’t looking good as I didn’t actually reise anything to do with this area even when paring against the memories that came with this new body of miher thaone pavement there were only tree’s that, upon closer iion, had been groomed in order to ehey were as healthy as possible. Many colourful flowers made their home between the detly sparse tree’s - allowing for me to truly see the beautiful chaos of nature even if it was a man-made variant of it.Though I was wandering around at random at this point there were worse pces to be lost within; stepping onto the grass allowed me to hear satisfying *ch* that brought the whole feeling of ‘nature’ together.Closing my eyes - I just took a deep breath - allowing for the holt to fully dance across all my senses with its soothing warmth. From the soft smell of moss, feeling of grass g against my feet, gently wind blowing ay limbs and the taste which said wind could bring. Abruptly I felt something nd on my head, causing my hair to be pushed dowing in me looking up to notice the rather strange colours of my hair that faded from bloo pink.Holy I was mightily impressed with how soft and volume-filled my hair was; just running my dainty fihrough provided great bliss.Didn’t help me in seeing what nded on my head . Despite shaking my head a little, it didn’t fall off meaning it was uo be a leaf as I imagi was. The worry that it may be bird plop ruining my wonderful new hair made me sooears welling up. An a that ended up being useless as the weight vanished moments ter I mao catch a beautiful albino butterfly fluttering by; whose wings seemed like two rorschach tests that appeared to ge with every fp of their wings.Although it ecies of bug I didn’t know - that wasn’t very surprising - I had more things to focus on than categorising all types of i. However, this bug was different, something about this butterfly caught my eyes making my brow rise as it danced around me. An energy I never got to use myself but had experieons in my time uhe umpa lumpa…The term they often called it was ‘mana’ yet mommy said the mana was the spiritual energy from a bitch that shouldn’t be able to interfere with the world right now. As such it would likely be better to call this ‘Spiritual Energy’ which ossessed by nature itself in order to help sustain a healthy ecosystem without intervention.Some beings have more than others while some eveo be selected by nature itself to bee something referred to as a ‘guardia’. Even if this world didn’t have muergy at present, there were still a feles, often being cryptids by those who mao catch a brief gnce of them in their superplory.Throughout history there were also many examples where humans had mao tap into this very energy although they were nothing pared to what would happen iure.This butterfly seemed to be one of those guardias; something I’m even more sure of with seeing how it danced around me as if it wanted me to follow it. Having nothing to lose I decided to do just that. If it wao kill me I imagi would be easy enough even with that small body it has.Apanying the butterfly quickly took me away from the path yet I didn’t worry about the iions of my escort. Why would an animal, let alone an i, follow the roads made by humans for humans? If anything they would avoid man-made paths sihey were more likely to be killed at the whims of barbarous people who thought er sihey were “just an animal”. As such I silently followed the butterfly while admiring the unique beauty that the ti guardia had with its own unique wings.“What are you doing ing out of the woods and where is Thompson?” I heard a voice eg from in front - turning towards it I saw a tall 6 footish man with a well toned body wearing just a dress shirt & pants. His golden hair was bed back with his stern aqua eyes with some small vestiges of time hidden in the ers in the form of a crow's feet.This stern looking man was my father; looking around at the targets in the distance as well as a small array of guns inside of a (usually sealed locker) it would appear this was the target range.Acc to mom, dad had actually met my parents at a shooting range due to being quite the vivid collector of firearms himself, quickly hitting it off with my real father. sidering they were having trouble ceiving (only managing a son through artificial means) they were more than happy to do the favour of adopting me.Seeing the man look around sternly as if looking to have a word with the head butler I couldn’t help but present a bubbly smile to him. “Gra isn’ ‘ere; I made my way here aw by mysewf!” So I excimed, pg my fists against my hips while proudly pushing my chest out. It seemed he was indeed quite impressed since his brows lifted up yet he soouro his usual facade while lifting a hand to lecture me. “You shouldn’t go to pces by yourself; Thompson will be worriedly waiting at the manor w where you went.”Ah…Of course my parents would know I had no idea where my father would be so left someoo guide me safely… Hindsight is irrelevant w about, anyway. I also began to wonder why father didn’t react to the guardian butterfly yet now, no matter how much I looked around, they were o be seen.“Are you listening, Amor?” His stern voice made my shoulders tense up as I gazed toward him.“Yes fawther…”