Mags

Chiyo nervously follows behind them both.

"Okay . . . I just thought I ought to make sure." They followed Sharon down the small stairs, and through the hallway with the doors. They had been in the far back corner of the house, so it took several minutes to make the trek to the dining room--which was understandably located near the front of the mansion. The house slowly became less bare bones and more presentable as they moved forward. Less chipped paint and splinters, even the occasional shock of carpet. The dining room was probably the most well kept room in the house. The paint was fresh and it was actually somewhat decorated. The room was large and longer than it was wide, with a long table going down it's center. There were several small doors along the sides of the room for servants. There was four people in the room. One man, with an oppressive air and shadowed eyes, sat at the head of the table, another, who was a slightly younger slightly more grizzled version of the same thing sat to his left. A frail looking man with grey hair sat at the complete other end of the table, trying to be as far from the other two as possible. His hand clutched a cane and his tired eyes wandered over to the door when they entered. A single maid was pouring him a drink. "Good evening everyone," Sharon said when she entered. A hushed set of good evenings were shot back at her. Before sitting, she gestured at Kandy, "We have a guest this evening, she's Sharp'i's friend." The gloom around the man at the head of the table seemed to expand and deepen, but the two dark men didn't say anything. Sharp'i started to fidget with the front end of his shirt. The younger one next to him seemed a bit curious, but mostly uninterested. The old man actually smiled and stood up in a motion that looked like it should have made a creaking noise, but didn't. "It's nice to meet you dear," He said in a voice that also felt like it should be creaky, but was instead rather smooth. He shook her hand before sitting back down. Creaks or not, he seemed to be rather weak.

"Mike is hurt I think!? Anyway, we need to hurry!"

YKYASF when your sisters fiance has a dream of you breaking into his house and telling him to buy Sanderson books

Welcome to the Shard! What's your favorite kind of bagel? (if you have one)

The stare remains flat. "Sure, we don't have guests over often enough anyway." Sharon gestures to the open door, "Just this way please," and she disappeared through it. Sharp'i grabbed Kandy's sleeve before they left the room. "Please don't mention that your were in the games around them, I don't think it will end well," He whispered. "I'll wait here for you guys okay?" Sharpo called.

She gives you a very familiar flat stare. It must be familial. "I see . . . that seems out of character for you, son," She said, glancing Sharp'i's way. "Um well you see . . ." "I'm Sharon," She says, shaking Kandy's hand. "I was just coming to get Sharp'i for dinner, would you like to join us?"

"Mike the tavern keeper is . . . unconscious? I don't remember, anyways, it's an emergency!"

"We need the healer lady, is she here?!"

PoMee gets up and gets ready quickly; She then leaves for the outer exit. She's excited to start her first job.

"Um . . . I" Sharp'i's face turned red. The door opened and the woman stepped inside. She was blonde with a thin, sharp (yes pun intended) frame, she looked older, perhaps late forties. Her expression did not change when she glanced between Sharp'i and Kandy, staying stern and tight. She didn't acknowledge Sharpo at all. "Who is that?" She asked pointing at Kandy. "Um . . . well you see, she's . . . I mean she came to visit and . . ."

There was knock on the door. "Sharp'i?" A stern woman's voice called through the door. "I'm coming in." Sharp'i froze and glanced at Kandy. There was nowhere to hide in the room, the bed was high enough from the floor that you couldn't really hide under it without being seen. The chest was too small for even Sharpo to climb into.

"Mrs. doctor church lady are you there?" Chiyo calls.

"I'll come too maybe? Or should I stay?" Chiyo glanced at mike nervously.

"I don't know . . ." Sharp'i said, his face darkened again. "I don't know what to do."

"Well . . . I used to be okay with everybody always forgetting about me, but then I met Shar'i, and I don't want him to forget me." (getting ignored and/or forgotten about is his smedry talent) "I would never forget you, Po," Sharp'i said with a sigh, ruffling the boys hair. "I know but I still worry . . ." Sharpo pulled his book in close to his chest. "Anyway, I thought I'd record everything in a book for Shar'i so if he does ever forget he can remember again, y'know? So I try and save stuff everyday and I write stuff sometimes too."

"I'm gettin my book!" Sharpo said, excitedly. After digging under some neatly folded clothes and other things in the chest, he pulled out a thick and worn looking book, and a small bottle of paste. Than, out of his pocket he pulled the receipt for the ice cream and the small paper thing that hand been on the cone. After plopping down on the floor he opened the book, and started to paste the 2 pieces of paper on a page with nothing else on it. "Need any help? Sharp'i asked, coming to sit down next to him. "No I got it this time."

The room, which was clearly an attic room, was decently sized. It was mostly empty except a bed moved up into one corner, and old rug, and a chest that sat against one wall. A large dusty window on the right let sunlight in. Sharp'i sat on the bed, looking a little deflated, but managing a smile for Sharpo. The ten year old was digging through the chest looking for something.

"Oh, that's boring . . . come on!" Sharpo said, waving Kandy forward. A door at the top of the stairs lead to a hallway with more doors on either side. He moved down the hallway, somehow being speedy and perfectly quiet at the same time. He turned left at the end of it. Here there was another--though much shorter--flight of stairs with a small door at the top. He bounced up the stairs and went inside. Sharp'i followed after a few slow breaths.

"But it's not okay," He mumbled, "I thought it was but its not . . ." "HEY guys watchya doin?" Sharpo asked, making Sharp'i jump a little. "You sillies, those are st-airs not ch-airs."

Sharp'i tensed up when she touched him . . . it had been a long time since someone had given him a hug. But after a minute he slowly relaxes. "I didn't realize . . . I just didn't know." The small of amount of security he had felt in his current life was gone now.

"I didn't think . . ." He sunk down to sit on the steps. "I haven't really been out much . . . I guess I thought- I mean, I knew things were still not good but I didn't think . . ." He put his head in his hands, trying to force away a massive flood of memories. He had been trying so hard to live despite everything that had happened. But now the same beast that had chewed him up was about to swallow Sharpo too.