Re: House Kitsune: Darius, Valentin & Open
"Yes," she agreed calmly. "Once I realized I was... inhabiting Mr. Prose, I tried to communicate, but it did not work. The best I could do was craft a dream to send him, one where he contacted the school. This seemed the best place for him to receive the assistance he required. After all, they were able to help me.
"It's one of the reasons we were able to get to the bottom of things so quickly when I met with the teacher. Mr. Prose has the same sensitivities I have. Had." She fell silent for a moment, wondering how she died so young. Sixteen. She was sixteen. That seemed unfair.
Though hardly Mr. Graff's fault, nor Mr. Prose's. Continue to be pleasant. That was the way.
"Once it was clear his powers had been misunderstood, it was easier to agree upon a course of action," she continued. "While I know this isn't the ideal situation, it's only for one night. And while I know you have no reason to trust me, I am quite committed to taking care of Mr. Prose's person while he is indisposed.
"And as for the final part of your question—well, first, Mr. Valerius isn't crazy, simply disoriented—yes, there are many spirits in Mr. Prose's mind. Hundreds, perhaps thousands. Most will stay asleep, but some will awaken. The strongest first, it seems."
It was a prideful comment, which one was not supposed to make no matter how true it was. Sybil went to smooth back her hair, unsure how her faux pas would be received. What her hand encountered, however, was a very strange texture. She kept her hand in Mr. Prose's hair for a moment, trying to feel without mussing him.
"Would you mind terribly if we found a glass?" she asked Mr. Graff. "I've just realized, I have no idea what Mr. Prose looks like."