Promise?

“No that’s not weird. What is weird is Triskix not blowing up the kitchen after he has cooked something yet, and Lexian not yet locking us out of the West Tower, and/or Library, because he wants to read. Of course the key words are ‘yet’.”

Smiling I turned to Xemmsur hoping that it would brighten her mood. I hated to see anyone sad; life was just to short to dwell too much on those things.

“RaXi left for awhile, she said that she would be back though. She had some leads… I think.” ‘Wherever she is I hope she is okay,’ I thought to myself.

A flash of a tower came to mind and seven kids sat on top, feet dangling over the edge swaying to an unsung rhythm. Laughing as they shared the time together eating, from what it looks like ice cream. In front of them toward the horizon, the sun began to set, casting the friends in a red fluorescent glow. Even though the flash back only lasted a few seconds, it felt like hours. The small family shared a last laughter as the image slowly faded away and back to reality.

“If it helps any, we can go there together when you feel up to it. If it is calling to you, you probably need to go there. You shouldn’t be afraid that is why we are around. RaXi, Lexian and even Triskix, we are here to support you. Whenever you need it.”

“We’re the only family we have left, we have to stick together. Right?”

A memory of a past promise ran threw my head, and with out thinking I outstretched my hand and I held out my pinky finger to her.