Tatty:His Room:Rocking and Tatty in New Boots

[tribal_tatty]

As Tatty slowed his rocking his vision became clearer, and he realized that he was alone in his room. Anna and Jack were gone, how long had they been gone? One glance at the door reminded Tatty why he was so upset; the boots. There they sat, next to the door, glaring at him, black and large, and his eyes trailed back down to his own tattered Boots

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[tribal_tatty]

Tatty followed Willow out of the room, lingering as closely to the doorway as he could, his back pressed tightly against the wall. He was afraid to be alone by himself out here in the open, but he respected Anna's need for privacy. They hadn't had that back at the house, but things were different here, and if she wanted to take advantage of their set up, he understood. He didn't realize he was playing with the gauzy curtain that covered the door to their room until he felt the raw heat, dropping it.

Fidgeting on his feet, he glanced down the corridor, watching Kerry and Macy down in another doorway, people talking heatedly. Tatty didn't want to hear what was being said, not at all, and he turned his eyes to the floor. The decorations for the wedding were blocking his view of the rest of the Mall's first floor, and that only gave him a modicum of relief. If he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him.

Anna called him back inside and he sighed with relief, darting back into the room, the curtain flying behind him, Tatty stopped and fidgted, his hands seemingly making invisible lace. "Ye-yes," he said softly, turning as he was interrupted. Kerry, did that mean Macy was not far behind? Tatty blushed and looked down, turning away and heading over to his rocking chair, sitting down and rocking. This time he'd try to pay attention to the room instead of tatting, but it was true that he really really wanted to tat instead.

[tribal_willow]

[OOC:Continued Here]