Blackfeather Woods I remember there was mist...

She was still buttsore about Damien not coming to visit her, regardless of what he was doing. Meldresi came, and so did Burke and Cicero. Why not the last of her family?

Let your brother be, little one.

Here she was again, this strange, familiar voice that had pervaded her brain ever since the "accident".

You cannot inhibit his growth with such selfish reasons as yours.

She was right. She was being selfish, but no matter how selfish a reason it was, she wanted to see her brother at least once. See him be the comforting older brother he always was to her. If he didn't, she would bear that grudge on him forever, she thought.

But until then, she was stuck with Cicero, not that she minded. He was comforting in his own, strange, third-person way. "I don't mind, Cic."