Persephone walked up the stairs and out the door into her house. She then walked out onto the street and walked through the town. A dark, cold aruara following her where ever she went.
(( yup yup I know, it was mainly inside of the house. Fairies are weak/hate iron dont they?))
Cynthia managed to nuzzle the ground enough that her nose started to bleed, "whats these red things..." She's slurred as she started to get tired from the trip and cream. "I like salt" she mumbled as her eyes started to droop. "I want my mummy..." She sighed and managed to get into a deep sleep in the middle of the floor .
Laying back in her room, Megara stared at her ceiling, she could hear the two new people breathing. It was strange in some ways, but in others comforting. It had been awhile since other people were in the house. Smiling to herself she started to sing an old nursery rhyme very slowly that her mom had taught her:
"Ring a ring a rosy,
A pocket full of posies,
A tissue At issue,
We all fall down,
Ashes in the water,
Ashes in the sea,
We all jump up,
With a one, two, three."
Yes she knew it was was weird and very English but what the hell, in her very messed up world it made her smile.
So the end has come, watch me take you down while I bleed and may you forever have happiness without me.
Mary was happy that they weren't going to force her to go home. But she wasn't out of the woods yet. Her parents and grandfather would be determined to drag her back if they had to. She just sighed and went back in the house. She looked over at the girl on the floor, who seemed to have fallen asleep. She let out a sigh, knowing she had to watch the door with her asleep, in case anyone else wanted to join their room.