Little Deemo (ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

Chapter 3

Going back to where something came from wasn't really an easy task.

For abandoned things, if they choose to go back into the dark woods in which they came, they needed to find their instrument and their song and walk through the woods, their song would guide them back to wherever they belonged.

I made Little Deemo sit in one of the armchairs and positioned the opposite armchair to face her so we would be forced to look to one another. I didn't know how to explain to her how she could get home, or that in the end it would make her go back home.

I didn't understand her speech or how to mimic it, so I wasn't sure how I could talk to her or she could talk to me.

So for a long time we just sort of stared at each other in silence. After a while, our silence turned awkward as she started playing with her thumbs to pass the time and occasionally the both of us would avoid eye contact to look around the room.

What was I to do? What was I to say?

Whenever I spoke, she didn't understand, whenever she attempted speaking I couldn't understand. And even if she could, I wasn't aware as to how I would describe her situation. Does she even know what her instrument is?

I couldn't tell her what her instrument was, only she would know, and if she didn't know... she'd be given one.

Given one...

She needs to be given one.

I stood up, somewhat startling her as I raced around my home frantically looking for some paper and something to draw with. When I managed to find some, I kneeled in front of her and started drawing on the paper. She eyed my curiously as I continued to viciously draw. She would have no idea what this was, how could she? I didn't even fully understand this either.

Soon a hand drawn picture of a large gate was on the paper. It was meant to be something in My Place in which we called The Music Hummer. When you passed the gates you went into their world that constantly hums, those who listened would hear words, and if you listened to the Golden Vine Bells they would tell you what you want to know in exchange of something to listen to.

When I drew the gates she stared at me with the confused tilt of the head. A small, squeak like noise escaped her.

I pointed to it, stood up and walked to the door. It was a very bright day today, and upon opening it I heard the twinkle of flying wind chimes in the air. She watched me at the door as I pointed to the gate picture again and then outside. I hoped that would be enough to let her know we needed to go there.

She looked at me, and then outside before standing up. I gestured for her to follow me and strolled outside.

I heard her little footsteps before I saw her. Her usually light footsteps were heavy stomps. I turned and watched as she continued her stomping. Her face wasn't its usual soft expression, but was now somewhat hardy, like she was annoyed with me.

I stopped walking and she stood before like she was going to say or do something.

What had I done to upset her? Did I forget something? Did I do something she didn't like?

I stared at her with a blank expression as she seemingly glared at me and soon stomped on my toes. I jumped away from her when she did this and took a stance of fright. What?

She made a whine and rubbed her stomach.

Was she hungry? Was that why she was acting like this?

Actually... I hadn't seen her eat at all since I met her. If she was anything like me then she must've gotten hungry at some point. I held a hand for her to wait a moment and went back inside to the more kitchen type placement of my home. I didn't exactly have much, one person didn't need to live on a whole lot when they were by themselves.