After laying each of the urchin's down to sleep, I sigh aloud and return to Eerie's home to apologize for, and help clean up, the broken glass on the floor. As I staggered into Eerie's kitchen, however, she smiled kindly and told me it would be best if I returned to the grotto for a good night's sleep.
At least she isn't angry about the glass
There was some irritation in her eyes, but it wasn't directed at me.
I climbed into my metal crate and submerged myself in the bedding @Emman_Jumpsong1 had given me. I had never felt anything softer in my life! I curled up into a ball and closed my eyes to sleep.
The next morning
I once again faced the unwillingness to move from my blankets. Emman's gift to the grotto had made the unwillingness to move even greater then before! However, I knew I couldn't let the urchin's starve. I hoisted myself out of the top of my metal crate and made my usual food rounds to my urchins. After that, I made off to Eerie's house.
Oh, I stopped in my tracks, The sun has just risen, Eerie won't have any visits from me until it's at least 9:00.
I shrugged my shoulders and ran to the Jumpsong's home. "Hello, Mr. Jumpsong, Mrs. Jumpsong," I greeted them with a smile.
They smiled back as I grabbed the broom in the corner and got to work on the kitchen floor. Sweeping and cleaning are rather new to me, since I've gotten used to living in filthy conditions. However, those who own homes prefer to own clean ones. Even then, cleaning isn't much of a task, I've grown rather fond of doing "house chores".
After throwing away the dirt on the floor, I grabbed the feather duster and went about dusting the shelves and furniture. Once the chores are finished, I whip out my notebook and converse with the Jumpsongs about their daily lives.
It's gotten very cold, you know wrote Mrs. Jumpsong, December is at our doorstep, we should really go about getting a tree!
A tree? I wrote in reply.
A Christmas tree, we used to have one every year when Emman was very young. wrote Mr. Jumpsong.
What did you use it for? I wrote inquiring.
The Jumpsongs looked at each other, and then back at me. Confusion in their eyes.
So you never celebrated Christmas with your family? asked Mrs. Jumpsong.
I never had a family to celebrate with. I sighed aloud and continued writing, If it wasn't for the Resistance, I wouldn't even know that Christmas was.
The Jumpsongs looked up from my notebook, their eyes full of pity and . . . an old sadness.
It's been so long, wrote Mr. Jumpsong, unless Justinian told him family stories, I doubt Emman remembers either.
How do you find a Christmas tree? I asked in my notebook.
The Jumpsongs smiled, I'm sure there are a few evergreens somewhere near No Man's Landing, wrote Mr. Jumpsong, We'll ask Emman about it when he comes to visit.
I nodded, smiling broadly. The Jumpsongs laid down their pencils and returned to their books. I hurried over to the fire place and warmed my hands. I'd keep my ears open for Emman, and then we could see about a Christmas tree!