Willow closed her book, she honestly couldn't read, it was too quiet, too still in this room, even though she could hear talking coming from the stairs. It sounded like an excited little girl, the one who had been waving at them from the second floor she supposed. Willow was curious, she couldn't help herself, and she placed her book on the bookshelf and stood up, walking over to the doorway and peeking out. The little girl was almost to the top of the stairs with Patsy, and Salene was kneeling in front of the little girl who had been leaning over the railing with the little girl, what had Salene called them? Mouse and...Brandy? Willow shook her head and moved back into the room designated as her very own, how strange, and that Flower and Anna had to share and she didn't, she felt guilty about that for whatever unknown reason. Willow flopped down on the bed, her head on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling and wondering what was above her, who lived up there? She could tell this had once been a store, it just looked like what she remembered of the Mall, it felt so strange to be living here now.
She rolled over and pulled her backpack towards her, going through the things in it, she was supposed to give some of this to the Tribe, but maybe she'd give it directly to Ryan, just incase. Willow wasn't sure they would even feed her here, they were their own Tribe, maybe this was just a stop off for a short while until they all went back to their house, she didn't know, and she didn't want to risk giving away their food when they wouldn't be welcomed to eat with these..Mall..Rats. Yes, Mall Rats. She pulled her journal from her bag and the pen from the coil of the spiral spine and opened it to a fresh page.
I don't know if any of us slept last night, I got some myself, but we were all so excited about coming here to the Mall, about seeing Ryan again, I feel as if I could sleep a thousand more years. The trip through the city was interesting, somewhat scary, there are large groups of kids fighting, I don't understand it but I want to find out more. I hope that Ryan will explain it soon, it's quite intriguing. Anyway, our arrival at the Mall was...nerve wracking. Salene, the woman I've soon learned is Ryan's wife, came bouncing out, and some huge man ran upstairs to what I can only assume was to retrieve Ryan because he soon appeared. I was so excited to see him again!! Then Flower called Salene Mommy, I don't know what to think of that, it's kind of weird, and I have to wonder what kind of Mommy Salene is exactly. But I don't want to get into that, I'm just concerned, I don't know if I trust her, but she seems really nice. Then again, so did the Chosen at first. No I mustn't think that way, if Ryan can love her and take her as a wife, she has to be a good person, he wouldn't bring us anywhere where bad people were, he just wouldn't.
When I was shown to my room, my very own room mind you, I found a bookshelf with three new books! Well, new to me books, but they are: The Outsiders, Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret, and The Mists of Avalon. They all look really interesting, I don't know which one I'll read first but books are so hard to come by usually, I think I will wait to start any of them for a while, just to stretch them out as long as I can stand it. I don't know what to do now, I know I'm not confined to this room (I hope, there was an offer to show us around...maybe I should take them up on that if the offer is still good), and I feel very strange being all alone for a change, even if my room is very nice and quiet, a place I can finally read in peace! I think I'll try reading more of Sarah, Plain and Tall for a while, then I think I might venture out to find Tatty, at least I know I can read in peace with his companionship as he generally tats his afternoon away. I just hope everyone who already lives in the Mall doesn't resent us for moving in, and that we're really welcome to stay here as long as Ryan sees fit.
~*Willow*~
Willow picked up her journal and walked over to the bookshelf, tucking it behind the books on the shelf, out of sight. It wasn't that she didn't want anyone to read it, she really had nothing to hide, but it was her private thoughts she generally didn't share with anyone, and she wasn't about to make it any easier on Macy to get blackmail material on her. She moved back to her armchair, curling up again and picking up her book, opening it with a sigh before she began reading the chapter she'd just skimmed through again.