Present Time,
Zeda and her habit of checking the room when she hears something shocking and directed at her…
“Were you speaking to me?’’ She asked, the tip of her index finger facing her.
Now she agreed with him for staring at her like an air-head.
‘How am I supposed to understand all that he just said?
Fog Witch? Strange powers? Me? Oh heavens!’
Snatching back his coat, the second Leader threw it over his body and immediately he stepped out from the symbol, the blue lights and symbols that lined his chest and belly went out. He appeared perfectly normal like his body wasn’t just acting like a map of lights revealing things Zeda could not describe or explain.
Every day, one thing weirder than the last happened, and it was becoming hard to keep up.
“Get a broom and take out every dirt, every web in any and every tiny creek or high nook. I’ll be back.”