shrugged then flew upstairs through the ceiling. Mist then turned to the cupboard to put back some herbs and take out a tin full of dry tea leaves. She counted under her breath to five before a blood curdling scream bellowed out from upstairs followed by what sounded like a heard of stampeding elephants crashing through a china shop as a set of bagpipes squealed for no reason. Mist sighed to herself as she tipped a spoon full of tea into the pot.
"I thought I put those away..." She said under her breath as she sat down.
The man limped carefully down the stairs as Henrietta followed closely behind him with a look of bewilderment skewed on her face.
"Care for some tea?" Mist said deliberately but not unkindly as she poured a cup out for him.
The man hesitated.
"Yes I mean you. Have a seat."
Slowly and cautiously the man took a seat as Mist placed the cup in front of him. He stared at it as if it were poison.
"Come now." Mist said as she poured out a cup for herself. "If I wanted you dead you'd already have a big gaping hole where you're head use to be."
Mist then set the herb tea cup in front of Henrietta then took a sip from her own cup. She looked up to see the both of them staring at her.
"Well now, isn't this nice. The three of us sitting down to tea."
The man tensed up at her words and looked as though he wanted to run. This startled Henrietta, who still had a bewildered look on her face, making her knock over her tea cup. The man then fell back over his chair and rolled to his feet in a very gracefully ungraceful manor, like a crab attempting a somersault backwards. Henrietta in turn jumped back just as frighten by her actions obliviously knocking her own chair over.
Mist was the only one who stayed perfectly calm as she took another sip of tea. Carefully she put her cup back on the table before she went and up righted the chairs. She then picked up Henrietta's cup and refilled it with hot water. Setting the cup to the side, she went into the cupboard for a towel leaving Henrietta stunned and the man on the verge of hyperventilating.
Curiosity overpowered Henrietta as she went and inspected the cup closely before she poked her finger through the cup making it rattle in its saucer. The man let out a whimper then ducked under the table to look underneath it before rushing over to pick up the cup, spilling more tea all over the table.
"It's not a trick." Mist said coming back with a few towels. "For either of you."
Mist took the unresisting tea cup from the man's hand before setting it on the table and mopping the dripping tea up from the floor. Uneasily the man staggered back and sat down heavily in his chair.
"I imagine there is a lot you can't tell me," Mist said from the floor "because you can't talk."
The man's body stiffened
"I don't know when you lost your voice or if you ever had one," Mist said as she stood up and wrung the towel out over the sink. "And I'll bet you haven't had much company for a very long time."
Mist turned back to look at him with a sharp look in her eye as he looked back at her like a deer momentarily frozen in head lights.
"I can't be sure if you are alive, dead, or somewhere in between but you do know how to listen."
The man remained unchanged
"Well as long as I have your ear then you should know there is a whole lot that goes on that we don't get told about. And you being special like you are I'll bet you don't get told much of anything."
Mist sat down and sipped her tea "So, here is the deal. You mind your manners, keep an open ear, and help out, then you and your friend here are welcome to stay."
Mist finished her tea before getting up and placing the cup in the sink. "You're not a prisoner here. But with the world as it is right now it seems everywhere is a prison for everyone. Take some time to think about it. I don't need any help from no one that can't commit to the chore at hand."
Mist glanced
"I thought I put those away..." She said under her breath as she sat down.
The man limped carefully down the stairs as Henrietta followed closely behind him with a look of bewilderment skewed on her face.
"Care for some tea?" Mist said deliberately but not unkindly as she poured a cup out for him.
The man hesitated.
"Yes I mean you. Have a seat."
Slowly and cautiously the man took a seat as Mist placed the cup in front of him. He stared at it as if it were poison.
"Come now." Mist said as she poured out a cup for herself. "If I wanted you dead you'd already have a big gaping hole where you're head use to be."
Mist then set the herb tea cup in front of Henrietta then took a sip from her own cup. She looked up to see the both of them staring at her.
"Well now, isn't this nice. The three of us sitting down to tea."
The man tensed up at her words and looked as though he wanted to run. This startled Henrietta, who still had a bewildered look on her face, making her knock over her tea cup. The man then fell back over his chair and rolled to his feet in a very gracefully ungraceful manor, like a crab attempting a somersault backwards. Henrietta in turn jumped back just as frighten by her actions obliviously knocking her own chair over.
Mist was the only one who stayed perfectly calm as she took another sip of tea. Carefully she put her cup back on the table before she went and up righted the chairs. She then picked up Henrietta's cup and refilled it with hot water. Setting the cup to the side, she went into the cupboard for a towel leaving Henrietta stunned and the man on the verge of hyperventilating.
Curiosity overpowered Henrietta as she went and inspected the cup closely before she poked her finger through the cup making it rattle in its saucer. The man let out a whimper then ducked under the table to look underneath it before rushing over to pick up the cup, spilling more tea all over the table.
"It's not a trick." Mist said coming back with a few towels. "For either of you."
Mist took the unresisting tea cup from the man's hand before setting it on the table and mopping the dripping tea up from the floor. Uneasily the man staggered back and sat down heavily in his chair.
"I imagine there is a lot you can't tell me," Mist said from the floor "because you can't talk."
The man's body stiffened
"I don't know when you lost your voice or if you ever had one," Mist said as she stood up and wrung the towel out over the sink. "And I'll bet you haven't had much company for a very long time."
Mist turned back to look at him with a sharp look in her eye as he looked back at her like a deer momentarily frozen in head lights.
"I can't be sure if you are alive, dead, or somewhere in between but you do know how to listen."
The man remained unchanged
"Well as long as I have your ear then you should know there is a whole lot that goes on that we don't get told about. And you being special like you are I'll bet you don't get told much of anything."
Mist sat down and sipped her tea "So, here is the deal. You mind your manners, keep an open ear, and help out, then you and your friend here are welcome to stay."
Mist finished her tea before getting up and placing the cup in the sink. "You're not a prisoner here. But with the world as it is right now it seems everywhere is a prison for everyone. Take some time to think about it. I don't need any help from no one that can't commit to the chore at hand."
Mist glanced
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