Swish... The gentle sound of wind. Swish... a cool pool forming outside was disrupted by a footstep. Swish... the sound of the curtain blowing slightly by the wind slipping through a closed window. Swish... She turned the page of her book, gentle and calm sound, her mind not quite reading the words despite the fact that her eyes were showing them to her. Pictures of bones, skeletons, dinosaurs that lay dead in ditches. Pulling the reptiles free from their tombs in the Earth-- tombs that space had given to them. Rage from the heavens for they were to give the way to another species. Selfish geckos that didn’t want to share the land with those that would come after them-- but then again she couldn’t blame them. They were just wild animals after all, could they really understand such a thing back then; where the instincts of flight or fight were all that mattered? Darwinism at it’s finest.
Despite where she sat on the sofa, she was by her lonesome. Scrooge was off in town, doing something or other. The other two members of the triplets were off doing whatever it was they did best, along with Webby. They were exploring, trying to see what was out there in the Klondike. They tried to dig up anything they could on the ‘Klondike King’, anything they could about their mysterious great uncle. And yet none of them seemed to ask the benign hostess, the one who lived inconspicuously in Scrooge’s cabin, the one who shared a room with him in the night and who spoke with him late on the first night before sitting alone, drinking whiskey, as she watched a candle burn by the rainfall of a window.
One was smart enough to know where to look for his answers, Goldie found this to be endearing when the boy in red came up to her. She had thought that all of them had left, gone off, but had failed to account for this last one. The former woman of the night was still unfamiliar with the names of all the children, they were practically strangers to her, and as such she tried her hardest to remember what this one’s name was. After a few seconds of trying to figure it out she gave up, deciding that she would ask eventually.
“Why aren’t you with the others?” She inquired softly.
