“Statua Habitum,” the eaglet uttered as she drew a square in mid air right above the paper with the picture she brought with her in the middle of it. The paper contorted, crumpled and moved here and there. However, when Beezus blinked it suddenly had turned into a frame.

Beezus couldn’t help but smile at the sight that met her eyes. The picture frame wasn’t that good. It’s color was a faded silver of some sort and its designs were not that attractive to the eyes. But t'was the picture that was important to her for it held precious memories.