Can you make a drabble of Kiikaa (if you want to)
[Kiikaa's bio, Thunderbird of Electricity]
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Kiikaa watched her holder with pure fascination.
Aeon was unaware of her observer, sitting down at her desk to work on her homework. The girl only glanced at the paper once, before sitting up and staring off. Kiikaa could sense the energy flowing through her, much like it did with born humans, yet much more potent within Aeon. Kiikaa knew what she was doing, drawing on her recorded memories of her classes to answer the questions she had been given. Her arm smoothly slid forward, beginning to write on the paper without looking down. Each letter was beautifully printed out, flowing with perfect smoothness. Within a just a few minutes she had successfully answered the questions, no doubt writing down the answers word for word from what she had been taught.
Then once she was finished she pulled out a second copy of the same assignment, now leaning forward to look down at the papers as she laid them next to each other as she carefully read over what she had written, pencil carefully placed on the blank sheet before she began writing once more.
Kiikaa zipped down from the shelf she had been resting on, landing on Aeon's shoulder-- which resulted in no response from her holder, something she was used too. The Thunderbird ruffled her feathers, watching the new answers Aeon was writing, her pinpoint precision not being used to create the perfect writing she had used on the first paper, but rather she was now carefully making sure that there was a waver in her handwriting, sometimes letting the writing slope slightly, or keeping the spacing from being perfectly even. The wording was now much more casual, or even missing sections of the information she had originally put down.
With a frown Kiikaa flapped her wings, stirring up the air, sending the first paper sliding across the desk. Instantly Aeon paused, systematically looking around the room. At the closed window, the silent heater vent, and at the shut door-- none of which could have made the breeze.
"Where are you, Kiikaa?" Aeon asked, and the kwami hopped down from her shoulder, landing on the desk, tugging the pencil out of her hand. Aeon's gaze immediately focused right on where she was now sitting, though Kiikaa knew that all she saw was a floating pencil. Aeon smiled, pulling out a cell phone, placing it in front of the pencil. Kiikaa let the pencil fall, turning her focus to the device, going to open a blank message.
[Why did you undersell your abilities?] Kiikaa typed out, while Aeon leaned forward to read it.
"Many of my skills combined would outmatch what an average human would be able to preform," Aeon replied. "I do it to both protect the knowledge of what I am, and to make it so the teachers do not believe I am cheating."
[How is it cheating if it is something you can naturally do?]
"It is not natural," Aeon replied. "All I am able to do is rendered by the current android body Mother made for me."
"Unnatural my wing," Kiikaa muttered, even if her holder could hear her. [Human mothers can make born-human bodies too and that's not considered cheating.]
Aeon smiled in amusement. "I was created, my body is not naturally born."
Kiikaa was typing furiously. [My Miraculous was created to give me a physical form. All kwamis were, yet no title of "unnatural" or "robot" has been given to us. Why is it that way for you?]
Aeon leaned back as she read this, saying nothing for a moment. She reached out with a hand, uncertainly moving it near the phone, searching. As it came across Kiikaa she pushed against her holder's palm, hoping that she could register the pressure and know where she was. Aeon's palm came to rest of top of Kiikaa's head, and she could feel the Electricity pulsing through her.
Human's physical forms were made from the materials of the earth. Their minds operated in electrical pulses. They felt, they thought, they lived-- all just like Aeon. It was the same, and yet her holder insisted there was a divide, one she could not understand.
Finally Aeon let out a sigh-- breathing out air that wasn't naturally needed for her to survive. Yes that was different than other humans... but kwamis didn't need to breathe either, and never had she had a holder doubt she was a living being because of that. Sure humans were surprised went they first met her, but they always adjusted-- so why could it not be the same for this holder of hers?
"This is a human world, Kiikaa," Aeon finally said, reaching up to touch the Miraculous clipped to her hair. "And if I want to live it in, I must adapt to their way of life, not the other way around. Some of my skills... is beyond what many would accept. But that is okay, I am happy like this, you don't need to worry."
A frown tugged at Kiikaa's beak, because those words weren't unfamiliar. She looked up at Aeon, because she understood that feeling, needing to adapt to a human world. To limit one's potential in order to live among another species. Kiikaa pushed the phone away, floating up to press up again Aeon. She made sure to brush her wings against her hair to let the android know where she was.
As far as Kiikaa was concerned, Aeon was human. She looked human, she acted human, she was raised as one. The circumstances of her birth was different, it gave her potential others might not reach, but that provided no reason for this division they found themselves in.
Human all the same, yet Kiikaa found she understood this holder like no other.
