Chapter 4: The Package Arrives, Time To Check Out!
Part Three: A Package For Conkenu, and New Friends Depart. (Day 3)
A bell endorsed a deeper repetition that woke
the young invigorated adventurer to be, who
rolled out of bed, hauling the blanket and
layers to the ground. Conkenu walked to the
bedroom door, and opened the door until
he would have had to take a step out of the
room. The main door of the penthouse opened,
with greetings of Gneiss, and a bell person; the
package had arrived.
The package carried was a long brown box
about the length of the youth male's arm that
passed it over to Gneiss after she signed for
it. It lied in her hand and over her shoulder,
and stayed firm as she closed the door.
"Conkenu," Gneiss called out, "the parcel
has arrived, and we will be heading out
as soon as our business is done here."
They met eyes from where they stood when
the door was answered, and the commitment
was made by Conkenu to step inside the room.
"And, is there a note from father?"
"Too many to note, but far too less to explain
the meaning I know. This is not the right
moment to read these notes for the time is
approaching too soon for us to scan these
and time has not approached for you to
interpret them. Now, go back into the bed
and collect your belongings."
The last return to the room sanctioned a
long look to later recall of better days, as
this child's own room with less importance
to pack his things and wonder what had
arrived in the package explained by an
unknown note from Icicil. The sheets
greedily abused by the bed-mongering
wrapped in a hectic swell waited on the
floor. This pile, not too much tidier than
it was then, had padded on the mattress
to comfort and aid in his overly thought
important training in jumping with Kita,
which he would have to say good bye
to also of her sophistication not at all
complicated to appreciate especially over
emulating it, and her smile had become
as warm as his covers as well to the
over indulgent boy as overlooked at
this moment. There was not enough
attention in his bouncing eyes to notice
her beam in the time glee, but this smile-
monger would have countless bad times
to bring up memories, inspirations, and
all that has little substance to exist anymore.
After the swift pack up, Gneiss escorted
the young master a door one floor below
where they had stayed, and knocked
two times. An old deep lethargic voice assured
the callers of a deferral of the next response.
Meanwhile, Gneiss put a hand on Conkenu
and pointed down the dull clean white carpet
hallway. "Where I am pointing; I'll be using the
service phone to get our possessions to the
car. You have a farewell with your akin friend."
She left. The door open, Virg Veramon
with curiosity on this face as he looked for
the caller. Bending down his neck on his
tall shoulders, he saw this small caller.
"Please come in Conkenu," he said.
Left at a two door entrance with
wooden frames and tall square windows
fully covered by long vastly rippled thin
inside cherry drapes, Conkenu tapped
on the door like the first few dropped sleet
on a window. "Kita," he said. His name
was replied with enthusiasm, and one of
the curtains pulled back with no outside
observance of the stage hand. He looked
up through the glass and saw bits of her
luxurious room, which he would consider
normal haven't seen anything but riches.
The treasure in the room, of a slight view,
exposed a shining wooden floor, and
at the end of the room right under a
long window was her bed with toy stuff
animals neatly arranged, as if the bed
was just for looks and enthusing daydreams
of young girls, but Conkenu had not even
placed a bed room in his fantasies of a
place he has never been, with streams,
a small village, and passion plays that
many no longer be dreamt along side
the bed that was included in a possible
future.
He stepped into the room. From a
giggle from above, he attracted his
attention up. On the ceiling, Kita
stood down looking up at Conkenu
with two hands at her knees and her
dress from there falling down over
her hands. She descended back down.
"I'm flying, it's fun." Kita remarked to
her land-weighted friend. She went
over to her desk, floating no less, and
returned with a bag to Conkenu. From
the bag, she pulled out a pink wide and
flat lady hat and squashed it down on
Conkenu's hair. "Here's the dress I
think you would look good in. And
a hat for your head, if it does touch
your any part of your head underneath
that rowdy hair. It's beautiful."
On her knees, she held onto the visor
and pulled down. "I'm going to be
leaving today, and I'm here to say good
bye."
For a moment, the hat was played with
to cover more of Conkenu's frumentarious
hair that rooted out wildly from the covering.
The effort was made. "Well, better." Kita said.
"I'm sad that we have to stop our fun, but
another time right, where you will know how
to reach me. Ask Gneiss. I'll see you until
you leave the building."
At the lobby, workers departed through
the front doors and into the trunk of the
parked car. Gneiss walked over to two
chairs that Conkenu and Kita sat in talking.
"Off we go, to new adventures and more
fashion sense. A blue dress? Sorry, Kita
that has as much welcomed as you on our
trip of adventures and so on with dangerous
terrain of long paths in the rare charted paths,
and icy mountains." Gneiss said to her mockingly
as Conkenu stood in her pink dress holding
Gneiss' hand. "I hope chance will have us
together, but there are some important
things ahead of this warrior and the servant."
A look from the car window parked
at the sidewalk along the slow sloping
steps of the front entrance scarcely
focused on a young girl who peered
back at the car. In the frame of view,
there were clean steps, a golden railing
leading up to a clean wide gateway, and
a girl with no tangible expression on
her face but an expression of the viewer,
Conkenu, gave her; she presented to
the departing pair a smile, if that was
really how she looked or not. A shock
stirred Conkenu out of his relatively
day dream that came from Gneiss
hand. "Don't let my reminder influence
you to what I want. Deep inside, I
want your certain happiness, as would
your mother have your life. On a just
note, your father has you earn your
happiness. I don't know how wise a
choice would be to earn happiness
when it is teasing you like a hooked
worm in the water. Do you know what
string is cast by: a fisherman who
would throw a little fish like you back,
there would be a good lesson or a bad
one to keep you too frighten to bite
life again; or does this hook have a
string, and if not, you have the gift
without remorse or zealous questions
if you had not tasted; or a starving
desirous devil who wants you, so there
is no more adventures. All of these
three casts could be with choosing
Kita. And like the three casts, there
are the three fish of legend: the half-
intelligent one, the intelligent one, and
the stupid one. The story is told that
the intelligent fish heard distressing
gossip of fishermen coming to the waters
of the three fish who had lived peacefully
there; a peaceful place is called home.
The intelligent fish knew that he would
have to leave on a long journey to avoid
the fishermen; he said 'I will not talk to the
other fish; they are too afraid to leave
their homes and would rather die'. And
with that, the intelligent fish left the
waters filled with laughter towards him as
he swam off to the unknown. He knew
the trip was good for him, but long he
swam through danger like the fishermen.
Back at the old waters, the fishermen
arrived, and the half-intelligent fish
had come to the insight of his departed
mate 'Also should I have left, but I was
too foolish and was afraid to abandon
my land'. The stupid fish and half-
intelligent fish were caught, but the
stupid fish had no insight.
The intelligent fish, though his
journey hard, found new waters and
lived there happy." Gneiss said and
looked at a length to Kita who was
imprecise in image. Conkenu pulled
the glass key from under his hat. "But
no matter what your mother, your father,
or I have to say, you must pick your
own path."
"And if I want to stay with Kita does
that mean that there might not be a
world to live in?"
"Ah, Conkenu with your questions
comes so much. I don't know if your
desire to stay with Kita is what you are
going to pick. The earth could either
have a long or short time left if you pick
Kita, but the moment is coming soon
that has an answer. What help you can
bring to safe the earth may be little, so it
is you who has to decide if that help will
be asked for by others. Without much
coincidence, there is one nearby who
will take the key from you."
"I want to see this person."
"And so you will see him." Kita started
the car and pulled up to the street.
"Luckily, if my trial of your father's
wishes were not already seen by him and
this is not all planned, which I do not doubt,
another legitimate," Gneiss meditated over
the word she used for she knew at all times
it would not stir anything clear from curiosity
from him. "He is decent to save or to forward
the dowry. Sorry, I mean gift. A good thing,
since it is not a far trip from any choice you
could make after seeing him. I believe we will
get a chance to find him in exercise to give
you more to say. As no surprise, he is
stronger than you, but don't think that giving
him the key will add to the chances when the
true purpose is to make sure that the party
heading on the journey will have access
without a helping hand from you to enter a
more pleasant arena."
Part Three: A Package For Conkenu, and New Friends Depart. (Day 3)
A bell endorsed a deeper repetition that woke
the young invigorated adventurer to be, who
rolled out of bed, hauling the blanket and
layers to the ground. Conkenu walked to the
bedroom door, and opened the door until
he would have had to take a step out of the
room. The main door of the penthouse opened,
with greetings of Gneiss, and a bell person; the
package had arrived.
The package carried was a long brown box
about the length of the youth male's arm that
passed it over to Gneiss after she signed for
it. It lied in her hand and over her shoulder,
and stayed firm as she closed the door.
"Conkenu," Gneiss called out, "the parcel
has arrived, and we will be heading out
as soon as our business is done here."
They met eyes from where they stood when
the door was answered, and the commitment
was made by Conkenu to step inside the room.
"And, is there a note from father?"
"Too many to note, but far too less to explain
the meaning I know. This is not the right
moment to read these notes for the time is
approaching too soon for us to scan these
and time has not approached for you to
interpret them. Now, go back into the bed
and collect your belongings."
The last return to the room sanctioned a
long look to later recall of better days, as
this child's own room with less importance
to pack his things and wonder what had
arrived in the package explained by an
unknown note from Icicil. The sheets
greedily abused by the bed-mongering
wrapped in a hectic swell waited on the
floor. This pile, not too much tidier than
it was then, had padded on the mattress
to comfort and aid in his overly thought
important training in jumping with Kita,
which he would have to say good bye
to also of her sophistication not at all
complicated to appreciate especially over
emulating it, and her smile had become
as warm as his covers as well to the
over indulgent boy as overlooked at
this moment. There was not enough
attention in his bouncing eyes to notice
her beam in the time glee, but this smile-
monger would have countless bad times
to bring up memories, inspirations, and
all that has little substance to exist anymore.
After the swift pack up, Gneiss escorted
the young master a door one floor below
where they had stayed, and knocked
two times. An old deep lethargic voice assured
the callers of a deferral of the next response.
Meanwhile, Gneiss put a hand on Conkenu
and pointed down the dull clean white carpet
hallway. "Where I am pointing; I'll be using the
service phone to get our possessions to the
car. You have a farewell with your akin friend."
She left. The door open, Virg Veramon
with curiosity on this face as he looked for
the caller. Bending down his neck on his
tall shoulders, he saw this small caller.
"Please come in Conkenu," he said.
Left at a two door entrance with
wooden frames and tall square windows
fully covered by long vastly rippled thin
inside cherry drapes, Conkenu tapped
on the door like the first few dropped sleet
on a window. "Kita," he said. His name
was replied with enthusiasm, and one of
the curtains pulled back with no outside
observance of the stage hand. He looked
up through the glass and saw bits of her
luxurious room, which he would consider
normal haven't seen anything but riches.
The treasure in the room, of a slight view,
exposed a shining wooden floor, and
at the end of the room right under a
long window was her bed with toy stuff
animals neatly arranged, as if the bed
was just for looks and enthusing daydreams
of young girls, but Conkenu had not even
placed a bed room in his fantasies of a
place he has never been, with streams,
a small village, and passion plays that
many no longer be dreamt along side
the bed that was included in a possible
future.
He stepped into the room. From a
giggle from above, he attracted his
attention up. On the ceiling, Kita
stood down looking up at Conkenu
with two hands at her knees and her
dress from there falling down over
her hands. She descended back down.
"I'm flying, it's fun." Kita remarked to
her land-weighted friend. She went
over to her desk, floating no less, and
returned with a bag to Conkenu. From
the bag, she pulled out a pink wide and
flat lady hat and squashed it down on
Conkenu's hair. "Here's the dress I
think you would look good in. And
a hat for your head, if it does touch
your any part of your head underneath
that rowdy hair. It's beautiful."
On her knees, she held onto the visor
and pulled down. "I'm going to be
leaving today, and I'm here to say good
bye."
For a moment, the hat was played with
to cover more of Conkenu's frumentarious
hair that rooted out wildly from the covering.
The effort was made. "Well, better." Kita said.
"I'm sad that we have to stop our fun, but
another time right, where you will know how
to reach me. Ask Gneiss. I'll see you until
you leave the building."
At the lobby, workers departed through
the front doors and into the trunk of the
parked car. Gneiss walked over to two
chairs that Conkenu and Kita sat in talking.
"Off we go, to new adventures and more
fashion sense. A blue dress? Sorry, Kita
that has as much welcomed as you on our
trip of adventures and so on with dangerous
terrain of long paths in the rare charted paths,
and icy mountains." Gneiss said to her mockingly
as Conkenu stood in her pink dress holding
Gneiss' hand. "I hope chance will have us
together, but there are some important
things ahead of this warrior and the servant."
A look from the car window parked
at the sidewalk along the slow sloping
steps of the front entrance scarcely
focused on a young girl who peered
back at the car. In the frame of view,
there were clean steps, a golden railing
leading up to a clean wide gateway, and
a girl with no tangible expression on
her face but an expression of the viewer,
Conkenu, gave her; she presented to
the departing pair a smile, if that was
really how she looked or not. A shock
stirred Conkenu out of his relatively
day dream that came from Gneiss
hand. "Don't let my reminder influence
you to what I want. Deep inside, I
want your certain happiness, as would
your mother have your life. On a just
note, your father has you earn your
happiness. I don't know how wise a
choice would be to earn happiness
when it is teasing you like a hooked
worm in the water. Do you know what
string is cast by: a fisherman who
would throw a little fish like you back,
there would be a good lesson or a bad
one to keep you too frighten to bite
life again; or does this hook have a
string, and if not, you have the gift
without remorse or zealous questions
if you had not tasted; or a starving
desirous devil who wants you, so there
is no more adventures. All of these
three casts could be with choosing
Kita. And like the three casts, there
are the three fish of legend: the half-
intelligent one, the intelligent one, and
the stupid one. The story is told that
the intelligent fish heard distressing
gossip of fishermen coming to the waters
of the three fish who had lived peacefully
there; a peaceful place is called home.
The intelligent fish knew that he would
have to leave on a long journey to avoid
the fishermen; he said 'I will not talk to the
other fish; they are too afraid to leave
their homes and would rather die'. And
with that, the intelligent fish left the
waters filled with laughter towards him as
he swam off to the unknown. He knew
the trip was good for him, but long he
swam through danger like the fishermen.
Back at the old waters, the fishermen
arrived, and the half-intelligent fish
had come to the insight of his departed
mate 'Also should I have left, but I was
too foolish and was afraid to abandon
my land'. The stupid fish and half-
intelligent fish were caught, but the
stupid fish had no insight.
The intelligent fish, though his
journey hard, found new waters and
lived there happy." Gneiss said and
looked at a length to Kita who was
imprecise in image. Conkenu pulled
the glass key from under his hat. "But
no matter what your mother, your father,
or I have to say, you must pick your
own path."
"And if I want to stay with Kita does
that mean that there might not be a
world to live in?"
"Ah, Conkenu with your questions
comes so much. I don't know if your
desire to stay with Kita is what you are
going to pick. The earth could either
have a long or short time left if you pick
Kita, but the moment is coming soon
that has an answer. What help you can
bring to safe the earth may be little, so it
is you who has to decide if that help will
be asked for by others. Without much
coincidence, there is one nearby who
will take the key from you."
"I want to see this person."
"And so you will see him." Kita started
the car and pulled up to the street.
"Luckily, if my trial of your father's
wishes were not already seen by him and
this is not all planned, which I do not doubt,
another legitimate," Gneiss meditated over
the word she used for she knew at all times
it would not stir anything clear from curiosity
from him. "He is decent to save or to forward
the dowry. Sorry, I mean gift. A good thing,
since it is not a far trip from any choice you
could make after seeing him. I believe we will
get a chance to find him in exercise to give
you more to say. As no surprise, he is
stronger than you, but don't think that giving
him the key will add to the chances when the
true purpose is to make sure that the party
heading on the journey will have access
without a helping hand from you to enter a
more pleasant arena."