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Ingina wondered where the Study was and realised that she is still near the dinning room. She decided to wait for all her friends to go first and then follow the flow.

Mos looked at Turel. The study? He stood and looked around. Shrugging, he started toward another door, in search of this mysterious study. He had heard something about a storytelling contest, and he was interested.

Kima was still smiling up until she saw the ghosts on the wall. She remembered these from somewhere, how they didn't really do anything, but yet they gave her a menacing feeling. She felt a chill running up and down her spine. Then she felt someone bump her shoulder as she was standing there, obviously going into the room, and felt the warmth that whomever that was brought with them. Suddenly, she felt those fears diminish, and grabbed a blanket and a cushion and sat down. Her body was slow to warm because the blanket had been sitting there in the open air, but the heat moved quickly. She heard the rustle of the trees outdoors through the windows in the room, and wondered what all the pretty leaves were doing. She remembered that Syd collected pretty colored leaves with her a few days earlier, and put them in a book he called an album.

Mos looked around at the creepy room and inadvertantly shuddered. His face was split into a wide grin when Turel mentioned story-telling. He nodded vigorously and sat down on a cushion to formulate his frightening story.

Turel nodded over at Ingina & then grinned at Mosrael.
"Yes Mos, you start." He chuckled & chewed on a marshmellow.
"We need someone to get us going!" he remarked, sitting back to watch Mos tell his tale. He wondered how many others would decide to come & join in the storytelling.

"Like you remember something you never knew? I know that..." Dante nodded, looking to her little scythe. She remembered something like that... When she re-met Storm after he burned her, the feeling of burning hate, the rage towards others, Dante felt them as if they had long lingered within her, awkwardly from even before. But what to do now? Maybe pass time? They could always go back afterwards... "Want to go to the park?" It wasn't too far; in fact, it was just around the corner.

Just then, Claire arrived and caught both girls up, leading them back. Inside, Mya had been searching everywhere, up and down, for the little bundle, so it was with relief that she saw Dante come inside again, even if she was obviously annoyed with it on her silence. "Thank you, I was going to head out next." Mya said, taking a deep breath as Claire handed Dante out to her. "Turel lead the other kids to the study room. Storytelling contest, I believe." At the mention of the contest, Dante's glare lightened up into a smile, instantly scurrying away to go and meet the rest. She had aways enjoyed a good story. Using her sensing to discover where they were, she arrived at the room panting, her cloak slightly ripped at the bottom from the multiple times she stepped on it.

Ingina started thinking about her toys. There was no dolls in her hugh collection, and now, she did not plan to get any. She nodded at Mos and grinned at him, indicating that the story had been good.

Well, it had sent several shivers down poor Ingina's spine. She wasn't the bravest of souls.

"Who next?" Ingina asked.

Claire shuddered and stared at Mos. She thought he was such a sweet little kid the story made her wonder. For a momment it made Calire wonder if Kameri might be worried she glanced at the infant.
Kameri was smiling, it was a small horrible smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, there was no joy in it. Kameri's memmory stirred again in her mind. In it she had been holding the knife. She was overcome by a horrible urge to laugh. Claire stared horrified as Kameri began to cackle. The infant didn't know why she was laughing. She did not remember nor care, she left because it was what she felt like doing deep inside.