don't be so serious

Everything got annoyingly serious lately. Tense, ah, that was the word.

That weird, smelly lady that Ma said was a slave was gone now. She'd been gone for some time. Imp hadn't the chance to really play with her but that was fine. Slaves were supposed to be ignored and, like, harassed... Or so the rumor went. He didn't really care to do that though, outside of a little playful fun. He was still a kid. He wanted to have fun times, not boring adult times.

But even Imp could feel something changing. Something... not right. He walked out of the den that Pa and Ma shared, blinking his eyes against the dim light of the evening. He couldn't sleep. Maybe Ma would be around later to re-tuck him in. Imp noticed she left a lot before 'bedtime' cause of her weird light sickness. He secretly was thankful he didn't inherit that. Imagine being... confined.

To the night only? Boring. Everyone was in bed. Everyone was sleeping. Imp would have nobody to play with. He stifled a big old yawn, refusing sleep. His eyes drooped though until movement caught his eye outside the den. He bristled, trying to appear big and scary. "Who's there?!" he demanded.

"he speaks"