World's Over Journal XIX Odd Family

It was a day of the finest of quality, with Priscilla sitting with me at the kitchen table and her guardian friend Toki sitting under the threshold of the front door, we ate breakfast together. It seemed to me that Toki, the ghostly white and terrifying to look upon troll, had taken over the mothering rights to Priscilla; she rarely left her side and when she did, always she looked into my eyes, leaving only after we had both nodded consent.

On this gloomy morning the forest was filled with a thick fog and so the whole realm was aglow, a shade of tangible turtle shell green. The young maiden was wearing an egg shell blue dress which we had gone out into the crab tank Bahamut to obtain. No one else woke when we entered, Toki's eyes were filled with tears mingled with sorrow and hatred as she looked over those who slumbered within. Priscilla and I had gone in and grabbed her suite case and a crate of clothes which she had snuck aboard and hidden underneath the bunk beds amidst the food boxes. She was discussing her dreams, it seemed that she had only one constant dream the whole time she was in the vile state of sleeping death.

Whatever it was, I was surely glad she was awake. The birth of an odd family had begun, Charles, Toki, Freya and myself the parents of a lonely young girl in a scary new world filled with many dangers.

In earnest anticipation of,
Jane
Without Charles