Welcome home master! [for 11-12]
Bridget frowned, still not totally awake as the sun shone down on his face and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. Blinking, it took him a good five minutes of sitting in his bed to realize that ... This was his bed. Not the one he had in the city, his real bed, in his real home back in Fairy Glen. All wood, the furniture around him all wood. Was it a dream?
He jumped up, pulling on his dress hurridly, and bolted for the door.
"11-12? Roger? OH!" He nearly tripped over a rather disgruntled bear.
~Master! You are back!~
"No time Roger," he panted, looking around. "Have you seen a boy my age around? Brown hair? Wonderful smile?" He'd promised. Damnit, he'd promised. If ... If 11-12 weren't here... he would have broken that promise and ...
Bridget slid down the the ground, drawing Roger close, and tried not to cry.