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Shin blushed as much as a tree could at Linnea's giggle, reaching his own hand towards Linnea. However he halted it as her mother bent down before him.

"I'm Shin Daiko." He said shyly. "This is Dream." He showed DS the flute his Aunt had made him, blowing a small tune into the beautifully crafted instrument. "But she can call me Dream if she likes. I don't mind." She shuffled his feet a bit, feeling akward with the two girls.

Shin looked at Linnea, bending down so his head was almost upside down.

"No, it's ok. I like being called Dream. I don't mind." He took her hands, standing her up straight. "My Papa and Aunt call me Little One, and I don't mind. You can call me Dream..." He paused, fidgeting akwardly. "I like it when you do." He dared to look up at Linnea, hoping she felt a bit better.

Faevan looked up, noticing that she was being spoken to.

"Mr. Cordain isn't in shop, and I can't seem to find the Inn's maid either. Their Fae children are also absent. The stew is behind the counter." She pointed, and realized she was ebing a bit cold. She readjusted Sylvia, standing and bowing slightly. "Forgive me my rudness, it's been a long few days." She straightened up. "I think it's safe enought to help yourself, I'm planning on leaving my payment on the counter when I depart."

Sylvia wiggles a bit, and Faevan sat back down, settling the baby on her lap and occupying her attention with the stew once again.

It's good stew, you should have some!" Shin said, smiling back at Linnea, and then looking at her Mother. "You too. Come sit with us!"

((Ok, enough for me tonight. See you tomorrow.))

"Two?" Faevan looked at DS oddly. "Oh, Sylvia isn't my daughter. She's the daughter of Dio, the goatherd. She was just born today. Shin is also his son, but came into my care when he fell ill." Faevan nodded. She didn't see herself as the child raising type, at least, not anymore. Those things were past her now. As for trying times, she decided it was best to hold her tongue on her opinions regarding that particular matter. She instead busied her attention with Linnea, who was watching Sylvia curiously. Fae remembered the watery child. She was quiet and pleasing, which had to say something about the woman who cared for her. "This is Sylvia." She made a quiet introduction between the two children.

Cordain entered back into the inn while drying his hands off in the process, "Ahh...er..." he looked around and waved to Faevan, "I hope you liked the stew, sorry about the delay and absence of service...I was kind of...um..." he cleared his throat and moved over to put more wood in the stove to warm the stew back up.

Nekura finally returned to the inn and glared at Faevan, "Stupid humans weren't home" he stated in an annoyed tone to Cordain.

Cordain blinked once and nodded his head, "Yea, they came here already, don't worry about it Nekura, go on upstairs and take a bath then you can go to bed or visit with Faevan's son Shin Daiko if they are still here. You have your first day of school tomorrow." he stated in a calm tone.

Nekura gave Cordain a faint nod, still tired from their training earlier. He made his way up the stairs and to the bathroom, which was already filled and ready for him. Nekura promptly stripped and began bathing himself, still with his mask on.

"Be careful now," Mr. Schmidt instructed as he gingerly passed the satchel into Momo's hands. "Don't respond to strangers. If you're in trouble, call for help."

"I'll do good," Momo reasurred as she slipped the strap over her shoulder and let the small bag rest at her waist.

"Now the woman you're look for should be staying at the inn," Mr. Schmidt continued. "You have the instructions I wrote, correct? Yes. We trust you can help with this simple task. Hurry along before Lady Chiaku returns."

After carefully folding the instructions and placing them in her pocket, Momo dashed to the inn. She had slept half of the day, feeling well rested although her limbs were still exhausted from the previous night's events. When she arrived at the inn, she entered and looked around. It looked as though most of the visitors had gathered in the common room.

Among the people gathered there were some other fae children she had seen last night.

"Excuse me," she greeted shyly as she appraoched the group.

While she waited awkwardly for a response, Momo realized that another woman in the inn was speaking to her. She peered at the woman's face, then took the little paper with instructions from her pocket and read them carefully. Again she studied the woman's face, then her hair, her clothing...

"Excuse me, ma'am," Momo said politely, "but do you know who where I could find Ms. Carol Nawali?"