The trees stretched high above them, blocking out all but a little light. It was late summer, soon to be early fall, and the weather was all too cold. "Come along now, Tiny. We," Victor panted some, "we've got to keep going. We're, we're not going to slow down, just a few more miles. I was going in the right direction after all." he huffed, tramping over wet leaves covering dead grass.
They nod and follow after quietly, looking over the forest and kept up rather easily with Victor. The night was supposed to be cold, but they kept quiet. So long as they kept moving, they should get there soon, right? They didn't think on it too much, just following after Victor like they were ordered to. They were able to keep up fairly easily, since about three steps for Victor was only one for them.
Victor tramped on through thick piles of dead leaves and the foliage underneath. He didn’t speak for the few hours the two were walking, just stopping every so often and making gestures every few seconds to the map, grumbling at the thing. It was almost nightfall by the time they reached the remote manor, tall and foreboding and Victor’s least favorite of the houses he’d lived in yet. “We’re here.” was all he said as he somehow managed to break the lock with feeble muscles and step inside the dark, empty house.
Tiny wandered after, not speaking as well, but eagerly taking in the sights of nature, peering out at the world in curiosity before they were locked up in a mansion to be hidden away from society. They looked up at the big manor when Victor spoke up, their head tilting at the sight of the manor. It was very… Daunting. They glanced at Victor before moving slowly towards the manor… Their new home. They didn't know what to think, all they knew was this was their new home and they wouldn't be allowed to leave. For their safety and for everyone else's.
“Find some candles, your vision is better than mine in the dark. Hell, I designed it that way.” Victor said, adjusting his glasses and throwing his things to the freaking floor. The first thing he noticed was a distinct lack of dust, the next was that everything seemed uncannily clean. “Now… someone must have been in her recently. Cleaner? Or something more sinister? Father did have servants back here, when I was young…”
They nod slowly and set their things down carefully as they looked around the house. They didn't really hear what Victor was saying, since they were off looking for the candles that they could use as light. It took a little while of digging, but soon enough Tiny found them and carried them carefully to where Victor was. Their eyes shone eerily in the darkness of the house, their footsteps soft but heavy. They set down the candles on a nice little chair and hummed softly as they settled down on the floor.
Victor yelped when Tiny disappeared into the darkness, then reappeared, seeming a bit confused. "Oh, you brought lights. Sorry, I was distracted by how horrifying you look in the low light. Anyways, I have matches, and there are candlesticks all around here, let's light this place up shall we?" he smiled, taking the candles and inserting them into the candlesticks one by one, finding one that you could carry around the place with you in emergencies. He lit the candles one by one, and then looked up at his creation. "Fire, you know what fire is by now. Don't touch it, it burns you."
Tiny tilts their head when Victor made the yelping noise, a bit confused now. There was that word again… horrifying. Was that really all there was to them? A horrifying monster? They moved around quietly as they helped light things, making sure to avoid burning them-self as Victor had warned. They offer the lit candles to Victor before looking around the house curiously. They had to duck their head a little bit, but that didn't quell their curiosity. They wanted to know more, they wanted to learn… and now they were being kept in a house because of what they were. They might as well make the most of it. Learn… read… talk if they could.