pt 2

[_to_the_bone]

To the three children coming up the lane, the house must loom overhead like some sort of monstrosity.

Roman waits on the front steps, ready to greet them when they arrive.

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[demonchild2]

The youngest, a small curly-headed boy, is walking very, very slowly, dragging his tiny feet.

[voice_of_many]

Nora stands protectively close to him, torn between hurrying ahead in excitement, and being good and staying with the youngest. The steel-jawed little girl is so tense she's ready to snap.

"Dorothy?"

[demonchild1]

She's silent, and her skin glistens ominously, but she's moving with less obvious fear than the grey-skinned boy.

[_to_the_bone]

Roman stands on the porch, and waves at them, calling out;

"Hello!"

It helps that he knows the baby of the group.