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Kate considered the potential of being able to see truthfully, as was implied by Ebony's suggestion. Decided that it couldn't be any more painful then seeing the falsehoods in front of her. Shifting her jar under her arm she reached out with a hand and laid it gently on Glass's back.

Immediatly all the darkness cleared up, the door was just a door. Kate smiled, "I think I love your Daemon." She explained to Ebony. No matter where Kate looked everything was in its true form, no hiding.

It was like heaven.

The wind had died down and leaves had blown inside of the house, decorating the floor with their discarded fragrence. The room was vast, bigger than one would have thought from such a shady setting outdoors, but it still smelled faintly of mildew.

There was a clanging noise as Glass walked ahead of Ebony in to the hallway. He looked over his shulder at kate, and gave a mental grin



Ebony blushed furiously.
"Just because someone praises you doesn't mean-," Ebony stopped, and looked around, shivering.

"Its not exactly warm in here, is it?"



(I've got NADA. PAGE FOUR!!!! *flails*))

With the looming shadows and the odd illusions, the house was not exactly the most inviting place to be at the moment. But Ebony would not give up this chance for anything, especially if she could manage to find that.

Ebony shook her head.

"No. I will be fine."

Glass grumbled deep in his throat, and his golden heart pulsated slightly.



Ebony stamped her foot impatiently.

"Then leave. I care not," Ebony rolled her eyes, and turned her head, tossising her hair over her shoulder impertinently, "but don't expect me to tell you what I find."

Exchanging a glance with Constant, Third gave a small nod. That was that, then. Deep down, he believed the House and the Library would not try to hurt any of them, but at the same time he was conscious of the fact such assumptions could prove deadly. He resolved both himself and Constant to look after the younger individuals and, if the need arose, keep them out of danger.

Constant wandered over to an exit of the room and waited there, looking back at the others. The room on the other side of the doorway looked innocent enough, but as they already knew firsthand, looks were deceiving.

"The entrance to the Library should be this way," said Third, starting after his daemon. He was reluctant to declare this the proper route; for all he knew, more than just the House's appearance was changed. The rooms could have been reconfigured. Perhaps that was what the machine Pippin described did: kept the House from adopting the malleable traits of the Library.


((Rian, you can go ahead and pop in when you see a free chance.))

"Which door?" came Third's immediate, neutral reply. Another Forgotten, another daemon. This was shaping up to be problematic given the current troubles with the House.

Constant looked up at the horse, quirking her head to the side at the strange new smell.



((Tag back to Riannon!))

Desmond made his way up to the House, letter in hand. So the library was acting up again was it? Desmond was vaguely annoyed with the commitment he had to make to such an unwelcoming place, but like it or not, it was his place of origin, and in his mind, that gave him no choice in what must be done. Pippin needed their help, and he was not going to be the one to back down in a time of need.

Orion on the other hand was all for entering the depths of the library to find whatever it was Pippin needed. She thought it sounded like fun and honestly wondered why Desmond wasn't more enthusiastic about what adventures could be lurking around the corner in the building.

"Come on Des! It'll be fun!" she had said to him, "Maybe we'll even find out what in the 'ell that gadget in the wall does ourselves eh, eh?" she had tempted. However, her reasons for going and his were completely of their own, and Orion knew this. Desmond was only here to help his friend. That was fine by her though, because even as they left their home to fly to the House, Orion could already sense the adventure just awaiting.

Pippin's letter, now clenched tightly in his fist, frightened Desmond a little, as he cautiousely made his way along the path up to the front of the House. The building had its reputation for being very strange whenever these sorts of things happend to it. Placing his hand on the doorknob, Desmond took a deep breath to calm his nerves and stared blankly at the portal in front of him.

Crawling out from her place in Desmond's cloak, Orion made her way up to Desmond's right ear and bit it encouragingly.

"Oi Des, go on in. That door ain't gonna open itself." She said with a laugh.

But Orion was wrong. The door flung Desmond's arm aside as it opened quickly to suck both him and Orion into the unknown.

Ebony was not pleased with the turn of events. She felt herself making her body subconsciously smaller, in order to make herself almost less appealing to the newcomers.

Glass made his way over to the newcomer Glass sniffed the air, but did not move any closer. He felt that he was too much of a distraction to newcomers, so he liked to introduce himself to anyone new. Ebony sure was not going to introduce herself easily, or even hapily. Glass always had to prod her (usually pysically as well as mentally) to get her to talk to anyone. Ebony seemed to walk around with a dark sky above her head, and was not personable at all. Glass wondered why she was being so personable on this outing, but he kept his questions to himself.


Glass mentally grinned.



((can daemons project??? shall fix to Ebony saying this, if need be.))

Third held out a hand to Scotty. "I'm Third and this is Constant." The daemon gave a happy little woof and wagged her tail. Third smiled both towards the new arrivals and at the sound of his daemon. "Were you brought here by Pippin's summons as well?"

Third decided he was going to have to have a chat with Pippin about calling younger Forgotten to the House and the LIbrary when there were problems. There were plenty of older Forgotten and daemons who could better handle the situation, unless Pippin had sent them off to do something else, in which case he should have told Third. Then again, Pippin was Pippin, and such indiscretions were only to be expected. It was hard to hold them against the effervescent fellow. Third just worried about the safety of the younger group. He would never have wanted to put his little sister into such a situation, and she was even a bit older than some of these Forgottens.