Tavi: Discovery 5

I returned again in one week's time.  I'm practically bursting at the seams as I race to my private haven, now shared by the company of a friend.  We spend hours together as I weave my mother's tales as she brings them life in shadows on the wall and translucent figures like the ones I saw when we first met.  After months of play, Sophie is the first to talk today.
"What will you do when you grow up?" She asks solemnly, her hair straightening into red color as she speaks.
"I haven't given that much though," I answer honestly.  "I guess a keeper of some sort.  Keeper of stories; truths and legends."
"Will you outgrow me?"
"No," I say without pause. "You'll always be my friend.  Won't you?"
"Of course," her hair returns to brown as she smiles.  "When do you plan on becoming keeper?"
This question leads me to pause for quite some time.
"I don't really know," I answer after some time.  "I guess when it is meant to happen, I'll know then."
"So what story will the keeper weave for me today?" she asks with a beaming smile.

"How about you tell me a story today?