Chapter Forty-Seven

Rori began marching down the dimly lit corridor with her small gold plates in hand while mumbling furiously to herself. Andy floated close behind, wanting to pacify the angry young woman but the small spectrul kept to himself as Rori came to an abrupt halt. She looked around before turning to Andy, “which way?” she asked in a short tone, and Andy simply pointed before floating up in front of her to lead the way. Rori was starting to wonder if Andy was walking her in circles until the young boy stopped and pointed at a closed door. “Tis the young miss room,” he said, and then hung his head. Rori wanted to ask him what was bothering him, but before she could open her mouth Andy spoke, “da masta calls, I be here if ya need jus call and Andy hears.” The moment the words left Andy’s mouth, the child began to fade from sight, so Rori turned with the small plates still held perfectly flat in each hand and realized she