Mecchen House: Consequences
I left the others for a while when I was young. I had to get away. I needed my space. They put so many demands and expectations on me, that I felt more like their servant than their kin.
I made my way to the places of mortal humans. I walked amongst them, curious and annoyed. They were mundane and numerous. I watched them rush from one place to another. They seemed weighed by strange concerns, like idle children. They stared only straight. I felt sparks through my fingers just looking at them. But I kept my hands clenched.
I wandered their streets. I sought a single sign of promise, that the stories I’d heard about our kind sleeping in these frail forms were something more than myth. I searched. Occasionally, a gentle spirit would pass by and inquire about me. They were usually young ladies. O