She asked to me to go to my house instead of her house , I asked why ? She told she dont want to tell her parents that she has bunked class because of... silly reason ,So we went to our house and taken a lunch together . Then she told me she want rest and without asking me went to my room and sat on bed. Then she asked me to massage her head , So i took some balm and started applying , and she was just infront of me an looking at mt short and thigh, she told me you have full of hair all of your. "Tracy is my psychiatrist. Whoshould I see if I have any issues that I need to discuss?"Psychiatrist isn't really the correct word to describe the five peoplethat we shared our school life with. Yes, they were all fully qualifiedpsychiatrists, and each had a vast experience with their qualification.However, at this school they were a lot more. In some respects they werelike surrogate parents, someone that kept an eye on us, encouraged us,were there when something went wrong and someone who. Sheela just smiled and said it was nothing. We spoke discussing my job and why I was looking for a place and so on. The rain was getting heavier and it was past 9.00PM, she suggested that I stay the night at her home. Sheela told me that she lived alone in the house; it had three bedrooms and a small hall. Her husband had died a couple of years back and, that’s the reason she was looking for a tenant. She made us dinner and after dinner, I wanted to sleep and I asked her where I could sleep.. ‘Mahdis suit,’ she said. ‘Like moon.’ ‘Moon-like? Is that what Mahdis means in your tongue?’ Ailysia nodded. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Keidia felt pity for the pale creature. She moved a little closer, putting her arm around the girl’s shoulders. Ailysia leaned into the embrace, silent tears falling down her face. Keidia wrapped her tail around her and held out tighter with her arms. ‘It’ll be alright, moon-child. I promise things will get better.’.