"Did you see that?" Dark hair flew at him before he had a chance to react. Cecil laughed, as uncomfortable as he was with the situation. He'd been tackled to the sand in a whirlwind of excitement.

"Did you see, CC? Did you see?" She'd just transmuted her first rock into something shaped more like a car than a stone, but definitely still stone. "I did it!"

"Want to try again?" He asked and a ten-year-old Zira grinned back.

"Let's try again!" She pushed off the ground and got up again, not even bothering to brush the sand from her bared skin. Cecil sat up and watched her while detangling his hair and trying to shake sand out of it.

"Keep it close to the water, so we make sure we don't set a fire we can't control." He reminded, but he was smiling, too. They were going to be in so much trouble if they were found out.

"I can make glass!"

"That makes sense." He nodded and she picked something off of the ground a few meters in front of her and spun it around to show him. "Glass is heated sand, so it's logical."

"This is so cool." She murmured to herself.

"I mean, it's not really cool…it's not a party trick." He shrugged.

She frowned at him.

"The hell else am I supposed to do with it? Light people on fire? No!" She shook her head. "Fuck, no. Who do you think I am?"

"I don't know, Zira, you seem trigger happy." He taunted.

"You know what? You're right." She smiled at him. "How about I try it out on you?"

He laughed and finally stood up again. Looking around, he suddenly felt a pang of dread.

"Your detail—"

"Mom and Dad don't make me take one if I'm with you." She waved him off before taking her hair down and tucking the lighter in her pocket. "You always forget."

He really did always forget, but part of him also wondered if they were really just watching them from afar. Cecil wouldn't trust himself alone to protect the president's daughter should it come to that, he doubted anyone else would.

Though, the fact she could realistically handle herself soothed some nerves.

Maybe one day he'd get the nerve to ask them why that was, why he of all people was allowed to be alone with Zira and no guard.

"They trust you." Zira answered his unasked question. "I don't know why, but they think you're capable of defending me. But, you know I can take care of myself."

"I know, Zira."

They gathered their things, making sure there was absolutely no evidence of what had transpired. That, they knew, would be a nightmare. Riza, her mother, especially would notice if even just one thing was misplaced.

"Your hair is like…white at the ends." Zira commented, tugging on a lock as they walked towards home.

"Yes, the sun does that." He stepped out of her reach so she'd let go. Home wasn't far, her family was staying in Resembool after all—in his parents' own backyard, much to his father's irritation. "Are you done with stupid questions?"

"No, one more." She warned, but she had that sort of smile on her face that told Cecil she was either seriously calculating or completely daydreaming. "What if I could set fire to the rain?"

He snorted.

"Honestly, Zira Mae Mustang, if anyone could fucking set fire to rain, it'd be you."

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