At your return the Feeders rocket off towards the campgrounds, fifty pale figures fly overhead the gusts of air tossing your hair. Black streaks paint... the sky, shrieks echoing into the night, the Feeding has begun. The Feedlings fly low, and lethal, bombarding the ground below with glyphs of Hate, crackling blasts of pure malice tearing the Keshemi into little more than chunks of meat and bone to be gnawed upon later, some grab people by their arms, bringing them high into the sky until letting. A tear came to my eye,My Mum heard this, and as usual when Dad was away on business she was theboss around the house. In fact really she was the boss when Dad was hometoo. "Whilst many mothers might tell you off for swearing, Pedro, what Iwon't tolerate is you calling Tracey a "faggot tranny" or misgenderingTracey as your brother. Do that again and you too will be in a bra andpanties like everyone else in this house and you will wear a slip too.Tracey is your sister, now, be careful if you. Giles has been in England. He has been working with Andrew and his personal assistant, Savanah, on bringing potentials together with watchers. Faith, begrudgingly has been staying in England, training the new waves of potentials that have been arriving, though she has been know to take time off and disappear for weeks at a time and ex-principal Wood is known to go with her. Xander is helping Giles, rounding up girls all over the world and helping to train. Willow and Kennedy have been living in. Not the rain.The bench she leads me to is covered by the tent, but only barely. Wind shifts and rain blows in sideways and up and down and we sit there. Staring at each other. Saying little. She makes this expression. As hard to describe as she is. For what adjectives run together to make a person like her. It's sad, hangdog, heartbreaking. I have no idea why. Or what it means. Or what I should do. All I want to do is kiss her. Instead I smile at her, laugh, coward that I am.Her normal face is.