"That's the spirit, Master!" Kodama cheered, clasping her hands together; Her smile slipped, ever-so-slightly, at Ty's words...Only to return again, a moment later, something disturbingly *fixed* about it- Considering the way the air was sparking, it didn't seem entirely *safe* to stay in the same room as her; With entirely unladylike haster- She hurried...<em>Swept</em>out with a sniff, trailing along in their wake as Haruka wandered off to-Somewhere else, apparently.<br/><br/>The house was *big*. Technically, that wasn't exactly true- A book had an effective infinite space...Metaphorically, of course...But with thousands of words, it'd always felt a little<em>cramped</em>- Like the seething murmur of white noise in a crowd, you were never *quite* alone...<br/><br/>She shivered, suddenly feeling quite<em>alone</em>...Echoes don't exist without something to mimick, after all. Somewhat cautiously, Kodama ventured out, taking the place a corner at a time...There was a certain light-footedness to her manner as she grasped the railing to steady herself- Charmed by the novelty of it all!