04-01-2008, 11:24 PM
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A smile flitted across Beppe's face as his mother pointed out a crumbling little building. He wasn't exactly sure where the smile came from, or what it meant, but it was there and perhaps that was all that really mattered. The idea of the whole situation, him rolling his injured mother along on some wheeled human chair contraption seemed rather comical. That moment of levity was over quickly, though, and he stifled the smile by biting his lip.
"Va bene," he said quietly, and leaned over to prop the door open and pull her in. The inside was musty and quite disgusting, the floral wallpaper peeling and revealing a sticky brown mess underneath. The boy pushed his mother down the hallway, stopping at the first door and nudging it open. There were beds in there, much wider and elaborately made than the ones he had become familiar with on the ship. The boy had never slept in one.
He rolled the chair up to the edge of the bed and lifted his mother up, carefully resting her on the bed. "Dorma," he said quietly, and walked across the room to rest in a plush chair with arms. He was ready to have a nap, and hoped his mother would fall asleep quickly. Tomorrow would be a bit of a struggle trying to get her back, and it would be best that they got some good sleep.
Eyes drooping, the boy waited to see his mother drift off into a relaxed sleep before letting his own mind wander away. on the side of the ghost and the King |