When Emory suggested the name of Cessy, it squeaks at her from behind, clutching more tightly to the back of her shirt as if in agreement to the name. Prometheus grins a little, thinking that the name fits it quite well, wondering if it was a girl or boy, not that it mattered. Either way, it would end up larger than a house, but he didn't want to tell Emory that most likely she would have to get rid of it, even though he was pretty sure that the thing had chosen her as it's new mother. There was no way in hell he was about to allow the other humans to see the Ceskypin, and risk it getting hurt. Who knew how the humans would react to seeing such a creature. It was harmless at the time being, and from what Prometheus could tell it was a newborn, making it wonder where the mother was, or if the mother had died or simply abandoned it. It did seem to be a bit on the small side, even for an infant Ceskypin, but he kept the theories in his head and kept his mouth shut. Why worry the young woman when she seemed to already have fallen head over heels for the cute thing?<br/><br/>Having shut his eyes then, he heard her say to enjoy his nap, and he just nods gently, before dozing off completely. That day had been a busy one indeed. He'd woken in a strange place, had his swords stolen but got them back, saw the strangest things, found out that he'd been transported here by magic, been told that Elves had been extinct for over a thousand years, found his lost friend Wednesday, and that was just the basic details! He was for sure that Wednesday would not have just saved himself and Prometheus, but the others as well...or at least, that was what he hoped. The last thought before he fell completely asleep was that he wished to find his other friends, that he didn't want to be alone...<br/><br/>When Emory had gone upstairs, Cessy the Ceskypin finally climbed up off Emory's back and onto her shoulder, looking where Emory looked, quietly observing all the things that Emory had found behind each door. To it, this place was an adventure as well, only having called the space beneath the bookshelf home ever since getting there, and the occasional trip to the pantry which was located through a small door in the kitchen and down a couple of steps. So, just as it was new for her, it was new for Cessy as well.<br/><br/>Each time they opened a new door, it peered around with wide eyes, giving off excited squeaks at the plants and the rocks, especially the rocks. It gazed, in wonder, at each one, sparkling and glowing, glittery and shiny. But like Emory, whom it was mimicking behavior from, does not touch anything, but keeps its tiny paws clutched tightly to her shoulder, gripping onto her shirt to stay in place and not fall off. The tail gently wrapped to Emory's neck also helped keep Cessy stabilized as well.<br/><br/>The last room they entered was a large one, filled with many shelves like the one downstairs, books on all of them. Some scrolls, some simply papers bound together with twine, others rolled up, so many different ways that they were kept. It was a fascinating place, and one could only wonder...where did Wednesday go to procure all of them? It was an enormous variety, some were written in symbols of unknown identity, some looking to be written in English but at the same the words were strange, and even more so, some had things written on them that would change the pattern if you looked at it too long.<br/><br/>Cessy's eyes began to get heavy, climbing down from Emory's shoulder and into her arms as she sat down in on a cushioned window seat, the sun shining through gently, as it started it's heavenly descent so that the moon could take over the sky shift. When she laid down, holding Cessy in her arms, the tiny Ceskypin curled up against her, burrowing itself against her gently, and began to make a purring like noise as it too fell asleep, content with the situation it was in.<br/><br/>After a while, Prometheus stirred in the seat he'd fallen asleep in, sitting up and stretching, first glancing toward Wednesday, who was still in his never ending slumber, before glancing around the room. For a moment he sat still, listening, and realizing that it was way too quiet. What was that Emory girl up to? He gets up, and goes over to the staircase, first checking the second, then the third floor, where he finds her, fast asleep with the Ceskypin held in her arms, laying on a window seat in a library. Of course, she would fall asleep in a place like this. A few seconds pass by as he looks down at her, gazing at her sleeping face before leaning over and scooping her up in his arms, gently and carefully as to not wake her, as well as Cessy. He wasn't surprised that she was exhausted, it had been an extremely exciting day for her as well as it had been for him.<br/><br/>He leaves the library, and carries her down the stairs to the second floor, going down the hall and nudging open the door to a room, knowing it to be more a feminine room and one he felt she would enjoy waking up to. It was made to look like it was outside, the trees allowed to grow freely in here, and grass and moss made the carpet. Hanging about five feet up from the floor, between two trunks, was a bed, with a ladder dangling from the end. Next to it, hanging from a branch, was a table of sorts with a fairy lamp that turned on by touch. Along the top edge of the room, high above in the rafters, round windows let light filter gently through the branches of the room, making it feel even more enchanted.<br/><br/>Carrying her easily up the stairs, he lays her down on the soft mattress, covering her with one of the blankets. He adjusts Cessy as well, who only stirs slightly, but quickly settles back down, and for a moment he remains there, looking at her, before descending the steps to the bed and leaving the room, keeping the door open just a little bit, so he'd be able to hear her if she happened to call for him. For now though, as the moon ruled the sky, he would wait, and wandered through the house looking around, taking in the place he'd thought he would never see again. He took a deep breath, calming his thundering heart, which had felt at that moment like it was about to break. Why? Why was this happening?