Abeyance

"Another Daylight"

          Chargii held herself against the wall, trying to keep stable. She stood carefully on the back of her throne, looking out the window. "I can see it!" She said.
"See what?" Jaden asked her.
"The flood has rised since last I saw. It's up to the windows now!" Chargii said, looking down.
"What if the water covers the castle, and this land becomes forgotten?" Tofu said, dramatically.
"Don't worry, I don't think that would happen." Shroomy said, shrugging.
"We'll just look out for the flood. If it starts rising really quick, we'll either just have to... find a way out, or settle in here." Jaden sighed.
Chargii got down from the top of her throne. She tried to push it back, but she was too weak.
"Hrrrghh!!" She grunted.
Shroomy snickered. "Here here, let me help you with that."

Six chairs were out at the dinner table today. Unlike yesterday, where there was five.
"Hmm, I remember seeing this table somewhere.." Sketchy said to himself.
"I think I remember, they used to have a similar table to this in my cousin's workshop!" Tofu added on to his sentence.
"I did not live in the village." Sketchy shook his head.  On the other hand, Tofu tilted hers.
Pants came in shortly after that with dinner.

"Have any of you wanted to be a writer at some point?" Jaden asked the table.
"Oh, I have. Unfortunately, I don't have the best penmanship." Pants answered her.
"Well that's alright! I've tried writing before, and it's enjoyable for sure. It gets your creativity flowing real quick!" Tofu said, enthusiastically.
"You know, I think I've seen some of your works at the shop Tofu. It's a shame the village is.. you know." Jaden shook her head.
Pants collected the dirty dishes and brought them to the kitchen to be washed.

Later that night, Shroomy sat in his room with a white cloth and his sewing materials. He thought for a moment about what he could do with this, and then he had his idea. He started to work at the cloth carefully.
He put thin threads through the cloth. And eventually, the cloth was in a shape.
It was a rose. Each petal shaped differently and placed precisely.
Shroomy put the cloth rose on his shelf and settled down to go to sleep.
But soon, he heard knocking on his door.