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Posted on January 16, 2017 at 10:00:25 PM by darby
 It was typical for Darby to feel wonder towards big kids. They were more fun to watch and follow. If he had been anything other than scared in the moment Darby would have reevaluated all that. She dragged at the door without much more strength than he could have thrown at it. He was at least solid, having been fed more regularly. However, he was shorter than average and exceedingly young. He had finally shut up, but it was mostly that he had run out of things to say. Sometimes Ma knew when he needed her, but she didn’t like coming this far under the water.
Darby rubbed his eyes, flinching as the pushy beast ran past him, and sunk to the floor in a miserable heap. Somewhat vengefully he hoped she hurt herself when she ran into the edge. She was ordering him to look. He didn’t know what to look for. Putting his small hands to the floor he peered at the sliver of light that came in. His flinching hardened his body in a way he didn’t expect. He had been wondering if he could turn into a seahorse and wiggle through the gap even though that had never worked above the water before and instead something else happened. “Wha—?” Light from under the door bounced off of Darby’s crystallized body, dancing across the floor brilliantly, before going dim again. What was that? Darby waited a second, but with youth and terror the light didn’t come back. Was that the crowbar Sapphire was talking about? Darby reached towards the light and for a moment it happened again, but plunged back into darkness. Still, Darby had seen where the older girl was. With a little bit of the light and the information he needed from the hall tucked away in his mind for bravery he stood and put a questing hand on the linens. Maybe they could climb up? He would rather stay by the door in case the strange glittering came back again. Calm determination settled and drove Darby onwards and the emotional suggestion he had possessed all his life was there. Whatever he felt he felt it fully. He lived with it in such a way he never recognized it as a power. Mostly Darby only influenced himself and his parents. Those were minds he knew well. He felt a bit spent from the tantrum of yelling at the bossy girl. However, he still had no clue what they were looking for or how it would help. It was two words that together meant nothing to Darby. He wasn’t about to admit that, though. After all, Darby knew what would help him. If there was some sort of animal he could send for help. A dog peeking under the door would be perfect. “Or a mouse could help. Or a spider.” Darby muttered with a distracted, still somewhat sulky air, finally set to looking about. He crouched on the ground feeling in the back corners. The light didn’t come back although he wanted it to and he frowned feeling tired and pressured. Help in such a case as he had brought up would probably depend on whether or not there was another polylinguist in the mouse’s territory. Even Darby’s convincing it to help wouldn’t change a mouse’s mind about venturing outside its territory. The castle had cats and dogs. Although Darby spoke out loud he wasn’t really listening to that kid anymore. She was so focused on him having closed the door that she wasn’t any help that Darby could recognize. So although he had spoken aloud he didn’t direct anything to her. He kept trying to feel the same way he had when he reflected the light or find an animal to talk to. He was trying too hard, though, and it was getting a bit frustrating to see the light that marked the bottom of the door unable to reach any further. “Come on.” Darby muttered, pressing his hands together and closing his eyes, but the circumstances didn’t change. He pulled linens out gently to search the next shelf up for mouse homes, dropping the front contents on the floor for now. He would help the mice put their homes together again later if he found them. Maybe he could even broker some sort of deal between them by bringing them food if he got out of this mess. He called to them in what he didn’t realize was a series of soft squeaks to other listeners. |
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