That was my mother. She isn’t at all interested in me. Forgive my unwillingness, but I am interested in her ideas even less. I have learned plenty about my Mother’s people but I know little about my Father’s. I know that we have a deep spiritual connection with the Prophets, but little else. I think she wishes I would forget him because she fears I’ll turn into a match-maker like my little sister, Katia.

Suddenly from the door ahead of you, a head pops out to look up and down the hall, smiling a wide smile as it sees you approaching. The rest of the body follows after it, displaying a tiny frame. She looks to be a four or five year old trapped in a two or three year old body.

Christopher! What did she say?

The same. It’s your fault I can’t see him, Katia.

You have eyes, Christopher. Besides, you are being terrible to the guest! Let me take them to the rooms, you go talk with your Prophets if you want.

He agrees, says goodbye to you and runs down the hall. The young girl takes your hand and leads you to the room she came from, pointing at to various pictures along the way.

That was what the old castle looked like. The she you met in the Ink Room... she doesn’t like us to call her a name, but at work they call her Ms. Laura... Anyway, she has those there because she likes things the way they used to be and always has to keep a record of them. Meeting Beta made her that way. It’s a good thing.

She gives a wink and finally stops at a very large door.

You may follow me in or you may go down the hall. There is so much I want to show you, this is a very fun place to be! ...But if you choose to go on it is okay with me, it is.

The girl smiles at you both apologetically and hopefully as you notice a rather short man look your way from farther down the hall.