[This little room has
grown cluttered over the long months. What once was empty space when she first entered House 9 in the winter has become her own. There is a
mobile of bones and feathers hung over the window,
herbs hung all around it. She made the mobile herself, and it was the very first item to appear. More
bones have followed.
Jewelry began
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You have spent much time on a leash?
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A couple centuries, give or take.
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Your master is unworthy then, if you are displeased?
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I enjoy them, Jack. [Everyone in her family was a hoarder, they were a possessive group that did not like to let go of anything once it was within their grasp, and certainly not something which made them feel powerful.]
And here I am working on totems.
[She lifts the string to show her current bird, the jewels she has sewn to it shining in the light against grey feathers.]
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[She relates this pleasantly. Jack certainly won't begrudge her her little dead birds.]
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After a few moments, though, she decides to stop staring and say something.]
... I really, really like it here. I don't understand why others don't.
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I understand if they long for home, but it is no reason to spite the city.
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I suppose we shall have to enjoy it for them.
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You know Crowley?
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Two such have come and gone, and I greeted them both, yes.
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