Claris blinked, somewhat tearfully, "No, no one has been talking to me because of my hair remember?" She tapped her white hair. She was an albino and she was shunned, because of some folktale. Only Ann seemed kind enough to stay around. "Tell me more?"<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Allen left the room temporally and returned with an envelope, sheets of paper, a bottle of ink and a quill. He set down these things and stood in a corner. He was surprised that Vesta had taken the order up in her stride, not arguing like how she did countless time under his watch. Allen looked at the mechanical clock<br/>on the wall just as a gust swept in from an open window and caused the candle to sputter out.<br/><br/>Vesta was the first to make noises of confusion, and he thought he could hear foreign language in her speech. He pulled out a match and relit the wick and retreated to the wall as though nothing had happened.