In the Index House, Sora sits alone, wondering when her Nursefather will return. The room was...partially lit, dark in some places but not enough to overwhelm her fear of the dark. The floor and walls was grey, mixing hand-in-hand with the black of shadows. There were doors in random places, some being on walls in too high places, sometimes being on the ceiling! Luckily, there was none on the floor. She could just imagine herself tripping or falling down on them if that were to happen, making her shudder from the thought. Otherwise, the most persistent feeling in the room was loneliness. She had experienced this same loneliness, nobody else but the empty books to talk to. It would be entertaining to have a TV like she always saw when going outside with her teacher, seeing people watch through shining boxes with moving pictures. It was the most advanced thing she has ever seen so far, even more so than teleportation or instant healing technologies. But the others turned down on the idea when the room was being redecorated, telling her Nursefather that "it'll distract her from her learning!" She huffed at the notion, shaking her head in disappointment also.
Right now, she can always retreat back in her mind, remembering her moments with her master. It always had comforted her whenever she feels low, alone, or having nothing else to do.
One of the doors suddenly freaked open, revealing أنت, her teacher! Or master...she hasn't picked which one to call them in the long term but oh well, she can always settle on their name when she's unsure.
"أنت!" Unlike others, the other "children" had to bow in front of their teachers, to show respect or obedience, often them getting hit for forgetting to do so or refusing to. أنت was an exception. She always thought she had been lucky to have you as their master, having been tender and caring for them whilst being strict, almost like a parent. Her master can be strict whenever they want around her; you have earned her obedience and respect to you, after all because why wouldn't they? The "child" at the Thumb often gets hit by his Nursefather, even if they have endured long fights with determination or luckily surviving a hit that for sure would've killed them, or even swinging their sword wrong.
"W-welcome back...! I...I have been waiting for you here just like you told me to." Sora smiled sweetly behind the thick cuff of the golden device surrounding her neck, with eyes closed and head tilted that always boosted her adorableness. Her hair was unkempt, as always, sometimes from أنت's hair ruffling and mostly from her restless stirring on her bed.
