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Inside sits a small black case, made with a leathery feel to the touch. The case has a long shoulder strap and a golden clip to hold the lid down. Opening it reveals a brand new set of binoculars.

Krait spent most of his afternoon wandering around his room and then outside the evelopement House peering at the world through the lenses of the binoculars. Eventually, he put them back into their stiff leather case and put the set carefully on his desk.
Krait took his journal and a pen and sat down on the floor. He carefully creased the last page of the book and tore it from the binding. He smoothed the paper out as best he could and carried it to his desk. He got out a blue felt and thought hard.
He gripped the pen and worked it slowly and carefully over the paper. He wrote out hs message and scrutinized it for a long and quiet moment before finally folding it in half and making his way out of the Developement House.

Krait woke on the third morning well rested and content. He was just warm enough, the breeze coming in his window was just cool enough, and the singing of the birds was just sweet enough. Krait started his day with a smile.
He slipped out from the softness of his bed and straightened his dark pajamas. He marveled at how his tiny hands looked so white and pale against his pajamas. He stripped the shirt over his head without undoing the buttons and his tail proceded to pull at the leg of his pants.
Krait sat on the edge of his bed in the nude, enjoying the softness of his covers and the feeling of the morning breeze on his skin and ruffling his fair hair.
At length Krait stood and wandered over to the trunk in the corner of his room. He opened the lid and removed his only set of clothing from where it was neatly folded. He slid on his underwear - freshly washed by Nanny Construct or one of the other workers - and slid on his white shorts over top. He dropped the jumper over his hair and pulled his thin ponytail out from under the collar. He pulled on white socks and then his soft boots. He fiddled with the ribbons on them for a while, and finally tied them in lopsided knots to fasten the height of the boots to his legs. Finally he pulled the soft arm warmers over his pale skin, already pricked with goosebumps from the breeze.
When he was ready, Krait left his room with a soft click of the knob and went for a walk.

Krait will learn in the future his binoculars aren't just what they appear to be. Apparently they have a memory, and "record" everything that Krait views through them. By just thinking about a memory of a time viewing through them, the binoculars with show the image of that time through the lenses.

Today I decided to go find some books. I want to read more. Maybe if I read more I get better.
I will go find a place that has books to borrow.
I think it is called the libary.

Krait drifted out of the dream, his muscles felt well-rested, and it took him a moment of lying comforted in the blankets of his bed before he began to recall what had happened. Krait could picture the library and the faces of those other Rosin. He could vaguely remember the sensation that had overcome him, and then?
And then there was nothing. Krait rubbed his head and sat up. His arms were longer, more slender, the soft pudge of his body was gone. His skin seemed whiter, and the stripes on his tail blacker.
It was then he noticed the shell of his younger self on the end of the bed. Krait held his breath and stared at it, wondering it if might move. The rudder of his tail reach out from under the covers and tapped at the shed skin. It shifted, but seemed to deflate in the process. Krait crawled out from under the covers and moved on his hands and knees towards the skin. He held it up and stared at it.
"What are you?" He whispered to it. "You're my friend, my self, my conscience..." He murmured to it before setting down carefully on the covers again. Krait swung his feet to the floor and was startled when they hit the floor with a jarring thud. He had never been able to touch the floor before. Krait stood up and moved towards the tall mirror stading next to his closet.
There, in the glassy reflection Krait saw a tall and slim youth standing, naked and motionless. The youth in the looking glass had silvery white skin from head to foot, and a black band on his brow, another on his neck, and a third on his chest. His white hair fell over his shoulders and spilled around a handsome face that contained two large, questioning dark eyes. Krait swished his tail, and as the reflection matched his motion, Krait realized it aws him. This new body, this new form. It was him. He placed his hands on his face and slowly let his fingers drag down and trace over his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, his neck, his chest, his stomach, his legs. "Hello..." He said to his reflection. Krait stepped back, painfully conscious of his nakedness and moved bac towards the bed. He pulled on the loose corderoy and velvet pants folded there for him, buttoning the back fly up over the base of his tail. He pulled the tea shirt over his head and felt the smooth brush of it against the fresh band of scales that had developed over his chest. He pulled the armlets over his cold and naked arms and hugged himself.
"I'm going to get a home for you, Friend." Krait whispered to the skin that sat so dejected on the bed. As if it had spoken, Krait responded. "Very well, I'll get you a nice box then. Would you like that? Yes? Alright." Krait nodded and looked about for his binoculars. He slung them around his neck, making sure the caps for the lenses were secure and then slipped out of his room.
To Krait's surprise, the hallway of the Development House did not greet him. Instead a short hallway lead to a bathroom, kitchen and small living room. Krait suddenly felt so very alone. He ignored the empty bookshelf and the unused sitting chair and swept out of the house as quickly as he could.