The no answered both questions, anyhow. It wasn't this boy's house, or his own, or Emma Grace's. But it definitely belonged to somebody -- and to somebody with either money or power, if they had a magic box just to tell them stories.
Jan thought about the chances they were going to all get chased out -- or, scarier, if they might not even be allowed to leave when the owners came back.
He'd been warned about that. Child servants came from somewhere, after all.
He sighed deeply, then -- realizing he couldn't put any of this into words the others would understand -- walked over to the door and stood on tiptoes to unlatch it. Whatever was outside, it was likely more familiar than inside. "Going," he said, matter-of-fact, as if he didn't especially expect anyone to care but still felt it worth at least stating.
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Date: 2012-10-20 10:17 pm (UTC)Jan thought about the chances they were going to all get chased out -- or, scarier, if they might not even be allowed to leave when the owners came back.
He'd been warned about that. Child servants came from somewhere, after all.
He sighed deeply, then -- realizing he couldn't put any of this into words the others would understand -- walked over to the door and stood on tiptoes to unlatch it. Whatever was outside, it was likely more familiar than inside. "Going," he said, matter-of-fact, as if he didn't especially expect anyone to care but still felt it worth at least stating.