Perhaps the island's masters felt repentant for last year's Halloween. There were no visitations, no hallucinations, and no Adria, unless a pre-teen Vala who looked like her daughter and persisted in terrorizing Daniel and Owen could be counted.
She and Cameron had both been spared, which she knew since she had felt the necessity of checking on him as soon as she learned what had happened. So far, the break proved two things: that she very much needed the time apart and that she loved him anyhow.
These were her thoughts as she strolled the island that morning, slipping between shadows to observe the inhabitants, large and newly small, enjoying their preparations for a holiday that was not hers. She did not, by her nature, ever lose track of where her feet were or what were around them, which was why it startled her almost beyond the telling of it to nearly run into a little boy in a fuzzy yellow suit with a sun on its belly.
"Before I begin cooing and fretting over you, perhaps I ought to ascertain you are not John Amsterdam or Harry Dresden," she remarked dryly, then knelt to see her erstwhile attacker.
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She and Cameron had both been spared, which she knew since she had felt the necessity of checking on him as soon as she learned what had happened. So far, the break proved two things: that she very much needed the time apart and that she loved him anyhow.
These were her thoughts as she strolled the island that morning, slipping between shadows to observe the inhabitants, large and newly small, enjoying their preparations for a holiday that was not hers. She did not, by her nature, ever lose track of where her feet were or what were around them, which was why it startled her almost beyond the telling of it to nearly run into a little boy in a fuzzy yellow suit with a sun on its belly.
"Before I begin cooing and fretting over you, perhaps I ought to ascertain you are not John Amsterdam or Harry Dresden," she remarked dryly, then knelt to see her erstwhile attacker.