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P.Track.21
January 19, 2026

Nellie found herself back at Silas’s compound the following afternoon. Arch excused himself right away to go rest, leaving the others to pester her and Calix for the gritty details. Calix was more than happy to tell everyone about the snallygaster and the praise he received from the Regere. Nellie took it as a chance to sneak off to the stables.

Hodge was snoozing on his cloven feet. The sunlight from his slotted window caught his dapples causing golden shimmers on his haunches. He started shifting and bobbing his head, his nostrils flaring.

Morgan leaned up against the door, keeping his distance to not disturb Hodge further.

“So, how was it really?”

“He used me as bait,” Nellie said coolly.

Morgan looked unsurprised and shrugged. “I may’ve told him about Ash…. Or, my mother did. Or Amias…. Someone did.”

“What’s Ash have to do with anything,” Nellie asked defensively.

“You can’t think having a pet cryptid is normal,” Morgan said. His hazel eyes darted to Hodge. “Penny’s odd too.”

It never occurred to her that she was still the odd one. She could not wield fire or create gollums. She had not spent her childhood learning to swing a sword or make arrows. She assumed everyone had run-ins with creatures, and that some of them had nontraditional pets even if only for a few days.

She paled. “Did you tell him about Cecily,” she asked urgently. “Does he know Ira has a gryphon?”

“I’d be shocked if he didn’t,” Morgan said. “His highness may’ve been some random twenty-something to you, but for all of us familiar with the Realm we’ve been aware of the small details of his life.”

Hodge let loose an irate bray that nearly had Nellie jump out of her skin.

Brody ran by Morgan, skidding to a halt on the loose straw. His dark eyes were wide and he was panting to catch his breath.

“There you are,” he said. He gulped at the air. “S-sorry, Hodge. Nellie, you’ve got to get back to the house.”

Nellie tore off after Brody with Morgan on her heels. The patio at the top of the hill was crowded with people. It looked like all the kids were outside, and Nellie could make out the short, stout figure of Mrs. Adams standing before them with her cane glittering in the summer light. She was facing down a man that Nellie recognized almost immediately as Uncle Winston.

“Uncle Winston,” Nellie called out, quickening her pace. She collided into him, squeezing him tightly. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“You know this man, Miss Herle,” Mrs. Adams asked stiffly.

“She’s my niece, as previously stated” Uncle Winston said, putting a protective hand on Nellie’s shoulder.

Silas hurried from the glass door onto the patio with Lilac hovering by his shoulder. The excited light dimmed in her eyes when they spotted Nellie, and boredom slowly crept onto her face as Silas motioned for calm.

“Mr. Herle, I presume," Silas said in his soothing, rich voice. “I take it Nathalie gave you the address.” He gestured towards the door. “Should we go inside?”

“That’ll be quite all right,” Uncle Winston said. “I’ll be taking Perenelle home now.”

“What? No,” Nellie protested, ducking out from his grip. “I don’t want to leave.”

The kids were all leaning forward in anticipation. The excitement returned to Lilac’s eyes. Fin and Brody whispered to each other.

“Mrs. Adams,” Silas muttered at her.

“Inside, children,” Mrs. Adams ordered.

Ava gave Nellie an encouraging smile as she filed inside behind Arden.

“I’m staying,” Morgan said defiantly, crossing his arms.

The look on Uncle Winston’s face clearly indicated that he remembered Morgan and that he was not thrilled to see him again. She had seen him make the same face whenever her cousin Lillian talked about boys (prior to the one she was now engaged to).

“Master Morgan–,” Silas pleaded.

“I’m staying.” Morgan dropped on one of the plush, sky blue patio chairs.

Nellie strode over and took the seat next to him. She crossed her legs and folded her arms, hoping it came across as defiant and not plain bratty.

“Very well; it matters absolutely not if you’re here or not,” Uncle Winston said. “Perenelle is going home. End of discussion.”

She tensed at the authority in Uncle Winston’s tone. She was ready to scramble up to her room and pack.

“I don’t even know what this is–?”

“What this is all about, Mr. Javernick, is that my little sister called me in a state saying that… that man has caused her physical harm,” Uncle Winston said icily. He glared down at Silas being easily a head and a half taller. “You assured her, no, promised her that him appearing here would be of no concern. You swore to her that Perenelle going off with him was in her very best interest, and that she couldn’t be any safer. Is all that correct?”

Morgan had also lost his bravado as Uncle Winston went on. He slouched in his chair like trying to fuse with it.

“Nellie,” Silas said, turning towards her, “where you hurt?”

“The snallygaster nicked me, but Mrs. Monroe healed–.”

“Mr. Javernick,” Uncle Winston interrupted, fuming, “you dare tell me you were not informed? Are you trying to pin blame on a mere girl?”

“Uncle Winston! That’s unfair,” Nellie said. “I just got here.”

“Do telephones not exist?”

There would be no talking to Uncle Winston. He was in full lawyer mode. Nellie thought Silas was handling it very well; he was only a fraction paler than usual.

The unmistakable pressure of the Regere approaching caused her to climb to her feet. He appeared in the glass door before opening it and joining them.

He had changed clothes. He wore a relaxed, European suit without a tie and blazer. The beechwood loafers he held were so polished they hurt Nellie’s eyes to look at them.

“I’ll be off,” the Regere said. He set his pale blue eyes on Uncle Winston. “Mr. Herle, please, walk with me.”

“I beg your pardon, young man,” Uncle Winston said, taken aback.

“Oh, that’s right,” the Regere said with a small, fake laugh. “We haven’t met before, have we? No, my wife acted as proxy during the guardianship hearings.”

The color drained from Uncle Winston. “Y-you’re–!” He stiffened, swallowing whatever unpleasent thing it was he wished to say. “You are not at all how I expected.”

“Younger, by the ‘young man’ comment,” the Regere said. He gestured off the patio. “Would you?”

“I will not,” Uncle Winston said. “We English can beat around it all day, but let me just cut to it and say that my brother made his wishes perfectly clear, and it was foolish of Nathalie to bend those wishes.”

“I’m technically American despite my slight accent, so,” the Regere said, “let me be blunt; Perenelle isn’t going anywhere.”

Uncle Winston went from being too pale to too red. His fists shook as he bared his teeth in fury. It was the angriest Nellie had ever seen him, and it made her shake in her seat.

“Let me clarify a bit,” the Regere said, glancing at a shiny watch on his wrist. “Our niece,” he stressed, “needs to learn how to handle herself. I’ll trust Silas to clear things up from there.” He headed off the porch and towards the driveway. “Morgan, behave.”

Silas pinched his eyes with a heavy sigh as the Regere disappeared around the corner. He took a few breaths, straighted, and smiled warmly at Uncle Winston.

“Mr. Herle, a cup of tea,” Silas offered. “We can conference Nathalie in my office.”

Uncle Winston eyed Silas but ultimately relented and allowed himself to be ushered indoors. Nellie saw Silas pull Calix and Arch from the kids scattering to hide they had attempted eavesdropping; the four of them vanishing down the windowed hall towards Silas’s office.

Fin, Lilac, and Ava slipped out the doors onto the patio.

“Was that tall, dark, and handsome man your uncle,” Lilac asked, looking wistfully over her shoulder at the house. “Does he have a son?”

“Are you really leaving,” Ava asked anxiously.

“She’s not,” Morgan said.

“You seem sure,” Fin said doubtfully.

“My father said she wasn’t leaving, so she’s not,” Morgan said coolly. He looked Fin up and down. “Ah, right, you’re the not-so-secret love child. You don’t have a firm grasp on a father’s word.”

Fin exploded at Morgan, lunging and grabbing him by his shirt. Nellie and Ava jumped away with their eyes wide at the sudden movement. Lilac tried to intervene, was knocked away, and let loose a long, shrill hiss.

Nellie coughed as the patio was engulfed with green smoke. Her eyes stung, watering to the point she could not see. She stumbled, fell over a chair, and crawled. She felt grass beneath her fingers and rolled down the gentle slope, away from the cloud of smoke. She breathed in the fresh air and dabbed at her streaming eyes.

Ava staggered over with her hands over her nose and mouth. Her eyes were bloodshot behind her glasses.

“Wuh-what was that,” Nellie croaked.

“Lilac.” Ava removed her glasses to wipe her eyes. “She set off a grenade.”

“Gre-grenade?”

“What on this earth is happening out here,” Mrs. Adams’s voice came angrily from among the dispersing cloud. “Miss Maebry, to my office at once!”

The cloud had now dissipated enough to see Lilac, Fin, and Morgan. Morgan had tripped on a chair and was draped over it, coughing with his eyes watering. Fin was scrambling up to defend Lilac who was nonchalantly following Mrs. Adams back inside on floaty steps.

“Morgan,” Nellie called, storming over as he and Fin eyeballed each other. “Knock it off!”

“Me? He attacked me,” Morgan said sulkily. “Yell at him!”

“You were rude,” Nellie said, crossing her arms.

Morgan was taken aback. “How?”

Fin pat Nellie on the shoulder, giving her a weak smile. “It’s okay, Nell,” he said. He glared at Morgan. “I’m going to go beg for Mrs. Adams to take it easy on Lilac.” He drew himself up, exhaling a long sigh. “Sorry I went off on you, little guy. Catch you girls later.”

Morgan had an expression like he drank vinegar. He glared daggers at Fin’s retreating form, his jaw too tight to spit anything at him.

Nellie decided to let him stew and headed off to the gardens with Ava. She filled her in on the snallygaster, but danced around the final conversation with the Regere and the tease that he knew where her father was. She was told not to let it be known her mother was a dragon, and saying her uncle used her as bait somehow seemed connected.

There was now the nagging worry in the back of her mind regarding the Regere’s interest in Penny, and assumedly in Ira too.

“Just how powerful is this Regere if he was unfazed by Arch’s magic,” Ava asked. “I thought my soul would leave my body the first time I saw one of his gollums.”

“Same,” Nellie said. She dug at a stubborn weed with her fingers to loose the roots. “The light cage was impressive, but Arch didn’t react to it like it was something super strong or difficult.” She rocked back as the weed gave. “Can you feel magic?”

“I don’t know…. What’s it feel like,” Ava asked.

“Like… static, I guess,” Nellie said. She rubbed her arm. “My godfather is a mage, and with him I could feel the hairs on my arm starting to stand. With Arch and Itzel, it’s just this little tingle on the back of my neck.”

“What about me,” Ava asked, excitedly. Her grin fell after an awkward pause. “Oh… you don’t feel anything, do you?”

“Your magic is different,” Nellie said quickly. “It’s better if you think about it. You can help with the jackalopes, and Hodge doesn’t mind you. I bet Ash would like you too. I can’t wait for you to meet him!”

Ava smiled weakly. She plucked white petals off of what Nellie recognized from boxed tea as chamomile.

“The problem with my magic is that it won't always be strong,” Ava murmured. “It’s inherited, not spontaneous. And like with other inherited traits, it can die out completely.” She took a breath and smiled. “Sorry. What about this Regere guy? What’s he feel like?”

“Like I stuck my finger in a socket and have a heavy, weighted blanket over my head,” Nellie said dully.

Ava mouthed ‘wow’ and her eyes sparkled behind her glasses at the idea of someone with that type of magic having been near. She snapped out of her awe and her eyes widened.

“And he’s your uncle,” Ava breathed.

Nellie shrugged it off as embarrassment crept over her. She had more or less told Ava about how the woman everyone called her mom was really her paternal aunt, and that she had only found out after starting school. She had no choice but to tell her about Morgan, and that led into being related to the leader of the Auctorita. She swore Ava to secrecy, making her promise not tell Olivia, Emma, and Sophia. It was too messy to start telling everyone else, and still made her head spin.

She was about to ask Ava if they did anything fun last night, but was distracted by Silas trudging over the slope towards them. He looked at ease with his thick arms swaying jauntily.

“Your uncle has decided to stay the night, and will make his decision afterwards,” Silas announced. He winked. “You’ll be staying the summer, Nellie. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure,” Nellie asked, feeling a fluttering of hope. “Uncle Winston can be quite stubborn.”

“I’m sure,” Silas said. “I believe a lot of his worries come from not understanding all this craziness with the Realm. He’ll feel better seeing you hanging out with other kids.”

It was hard to hope a night, essentially just a dinner, was all that stood in the way of her summer at the compound when dinners rarely went smoothly. Even on their best behavior, someone was bound to say something that would cause Uncle Winston to whisk her back to dull, dreary Shelbyville.

There was not much time before dinner, so Silas allowed Nellie and Ava to skip the evening chores. It was a kind gesture, but Nellie wished she could have hidden in the stables with Hodge until Mrs. Adams rung the bell. She found herself sitting cross-legged on her sleigh bed with Ava, both silent.

Nellie leapt up as the faint echo of the gong rang outside her door.

The dining room did not have the splendor it did when the Regere joined them. It was back to the usual plain plate and simple drinkware. There were two large platters piled with roasted chicken, and three bowls of seasoned root vegetables. A small green salad was set at every place.

“Miss Herle, I’m placing your uncle at the head,” Mrs. Adams said. “Why not sit next to him.”

“No need, Mrs. Adams,” Silas said, taking the seat at the right hand. “I’ll entertain Mr. Herle. Nellie can sit wherever she wants. They all can.”

Mrs. Adams narrowed her eyes at this. She gave a dismissive sniff and began her tour around the table to triple check everything was exact.

Silas motioned for Uncle Winston to sit next to him as the head of the table upon his entering the dining room. Lilac skipped off to take the seat across from Silas to Uncle Winston’s left.

Nellie found herself next to Silas with Ava to her other side. Fin and Arden took the seats across from them, both eager to be farther from Mrs. Adams’s grasp. Morgan frowned at Nellie, eyeing the full seats around her. He slunk to the end to sit at Mrs’s Adams’s right, sinking into a darker mood when Brody took the seat next to him and Calix and Arch filled the seats across, leaving Itzel to sit next to Fin.

“You have quite the array, Mr. Javernick,” Uncle Winston said, peering down the table.

“It happens,” Silas said. “The Auctorita is global now. The kids come from all over.” He nodded towards Itzel. “Brazil.” He gestured at Calix. “Greece. Of course, Nellie and Ava are just visiting. They’re not recruits.”

Uncle Winston’s blue eyes took each of the children in turn, lingering on Arden. His mouth tightened as he frowned into his salad.

“Recruitment starts quite young, does it? That boy can’t be any older than Nellie.”

“A year older, but, I agree, Arden is young,” Silas said. He dropped his voice and Nellie found herself leaning nearer. “His mother is an old friend. I offered to take him when he started acting out.” Silas cleared his throat, straightening. “I don’t exactly have a minimum age for residency. It’s whenever the kid needs to come.”

Nellie looked across at Arden but he was too busy sneakily tossing his cherry tomatoes into Fin’s half-eaten salad to have been eavesdropping. She never asked Arden why he was at Silas’s compound, assuming he was a recruit like the others. That sounded like the case, except it was more interesting that his parents just shipping him off.

She had not asked any of them why they were there, how they got there. She felt like she was playing catch up, and had not gotten very far in learning about her friends; if they could be called that.

Silas continued to politely answer whatever remarks Uncle Winston spoke, no matter if they were a proper question or an attempt at a jab. Her uncle was pausing between his comments to process the new information, and his hands relaxed a degree after each pause despite his mouth still twisted into a grimace.

Lilac interjected by asking Uncle Winston if he had a son, and then several follow-ups about Geoffrey. Uncle Winston slowly started to smile as the conversation went on, but kept his skeptical eye on them.

“Seems to be going good,” Ava whispered as Mrs. Adams circled the table with a cart, piling the salad bowls on it.

Fire erupted over Itzel’s plate in time with an aggravated shriek from her.

Uncle Winston fell over backwards in his hurry to stand and get away from the flames. Fin was yelling at Itzel in Spanish. Morgan was yelling at Fin that Itzel did not speak Spanish. Brody was helping Mrs. Adams up after knocking her and the cart over in his haste to the kitchen for water.

Arch grabbed Mrs. Adams’s cane and blew. The fire went out, and the plates, silverware, drinkware, and bits of food scattered down the table and around the room.

“Miss de la Torre! Mr. Cabrera!” Mrs. Adams shook lettuce off her arms. “My office, at once!”

“Come now, Mrs. Adams,” Silas said. “This was surely just a language–.”

“See to our guest,” Mrs. Adams said icily.

“No need,” Uncle Wiston said, dragging himself up.

Nellie cringed. The majority of dinner covered him leaving him to look like someone after a food fight scene from a movie. His light eyes blazed as hot as Itzel’s fire had.

“Perenelle, show me to a bathroom,” Uncle Winston demanded.

She felt everyone watching her as she slunk from the dining room. Her chest tightened as they moved further and further away from the dining room with no one coming after them to help argue her position. It was not fair she would have to leave because of something that happened between Itzel and Fin.

She sniffed heartily, stopping to wipe her eyes. She moved to hug Uncle Winston when he put his hand on her shoulder, recoiling as her hands found smashed carrots and dampness.

“Listen to me, sweetpea,” Uncle Winston said, stooping to her eyelevel. “I want you to think very hard before you answer me; why do you want to stay?”

“Because…,” she trailed off.

“Your friend goes to your school,” Uncle Winston said. “You’ll see her in a few weeks. These other kids… you only just met them. I can take you home. To Nathalie. To that dog of yours.”

“Would… I have to pretend none of this happened,” Nellie asked, her lip shaking.

Uncle Winston’s expression softened. He went to hug her, stopped himself, and scowled at his wet, gross appearance. He settled for patting her wavy, auburn hair.

“Nellie, lovey, you can stay,” he said quietly. He sighed. “This whole… strangeness is part of you. I won’t force you to ignore it.” He looked away. “Granddad and Nana always encouraged Rhys to ignore it…. It’d be great if he got over himself and paid a visit before they drop dead.”

Her mind jumped back to Maryland, to her conversation with the Regere. She grabbed Uncle Winston’s arm, shaking it as she rocked back and forth on her toes.

“Uncle Winston,” she said, “I might be able to find him!” She laughed at Uncle Winston's perturbed look. “I have a lead on Rhys.”

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This has been sitting as a draft for a day, so everything I was going to put in the comment is gone, lol.

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Penny slipped her hand away. “I won’t give up on my family.”

Beth-Ann rolled her eyes, sighed in a condescending, sympathetic way, and turned out to talk to one of the girls across the aisle. That left Penny to stew while staring out the window, watching the trees thicken.

The campsite was a stone’s throw from the park bathrooms. It was spacious with the orangey lamp from the restrooms filtering through the branches and washing out half the clearing. Five, large, well-kept but clearly used tents were pitched, and sleeping arrangements were assigned. Penny found herself assigned to a tent with Beth-Ann, being one of two tents with only two occupants.

“So lucky,” Beth-Ann squealed, throwing down her large, stuffed hiking bag. “I was sure we’d get one of the chaperons.”

Penny set down her backpack on the free sleeping bag. She propped her face on her fist; Beth-Ann rummaging around eagerly in her bag, extracting a headlamp, a vest full of pockets, and other survivalist gear that fell into a more nonsensical lens, especially for a short, contained trip.

“I went ‘squatching last year,” Beth-Ann said. “I was in so much trouble, but just for a minute. Told them I got lost looking for the bathroom.”

“Guess that explains them being right there,” Penny said. She paused searching through her bag, looking up. “Wait… ‘squatching? Like sasquatch? Like… bigfoot?” A smile spread across her face. “You believe in bigfoot?”

Beth-Ann’s hackles rose defensively. She tossed her hair, a sneer on her lips and threw out an air of superiority and nonchalance.

“This is Appalachia, Penny,” she said hauntingly; “there’s things out there that’d make your hair curl.”

“I believe in bigfoot too,” Penny said eagerly, ignoring Beth-Ann’s defensiveness. She laughed as the older girl deflated. “I always have. I was picked on for it when I was little.”

They went back and forth on lore and being teased. Penny probed to figure out how far Beth-Ann’s belief extended; on the fence for unicorns and giants, zero belief for dragons, fully on board for will o’ the wisps (she adamantly called them haunts). She knew nothing—as far as Penny could tell by way of very vague questions—of the Realm, keepers, the Holy Cor, the Order of Ferblanc, nor of the Auctorita, although Penny was also unfamiliar with the last minus the conversation with the mage and the knowledge that they harvested Hodge’s mother.

“This is great,” Beth-Ann exclaimed. “Our last camping trip and we can go ‘squatching together. I don’t have any gear for you, but just stick close and you'll be fine.”

It sounded more fun than ATVing, but Penny was hesitant to encourage it. She had come face-to-face with a bigfoot before, and was more confident in her ability to get away having done it once, but the circumstances had been different. The biggest being it was during the day with her first encounter, and she had been focused on keeping it away from Levi. Running into a bigfoot at night, with someone who over confidently thought they knew all there was about them, was more dangerous. 

She gave her a noncommittal grunt, and hastily left for the dinner bell.

The group of them told stories, attempted camp songs, and ate s'mores well into the night afterwards. They ended the group time by going around and recapping what good happened over the school year, what was disappointing, and their hopes for the coming academic year. Several of the girls cited failed placements as disappointments with the hopes for one soon. Penny stuck to keeping it related to academia and went with constantly changing schools but being glad to be back among friends she had known previously.

Beth-Ann made no mentions of traipsing off into the wood during any of this, whether offhanded or in whispers. Penny was jostled awake shortly after sinking into a restful sleep, her heart jumping in her chest at the red light directly in her eyes.

“Ready,” Beth-Ann whispered eagerly.

Penny forgot her annoyance at being woken, and her trepidation, and quickly threw a zip-up on over her pajamas.

The woods were darker than any Penny had wandered before, but her experience was limited to the forests that surrounded Hodge’s glade. That was not nearly as old, and was sandwiched between developments that had once been farmland.

The excitement waned soon as the damp chilliness of the woods soaked into Penny’s shoes. She didn't want to be the one to suggest heading back to camp; she couldn’t stomach the idea that Beth-Ann would think she was being a wuss—she definitely would boast about it at the home.

“Anything yet,” Penny asked. “Hair? Broken twigs?”

“No,” Beth-Ann sighed, clearly disappointed. “Just a lot of deer tracks. We can do a call further in. That'll do something.”

Penny crossed her arms tight to cut the cold seeping into her clothes. She took Beth-Ann's disappointment and resorting to yelling as a sign it would soon be over. She merely had to distract herself until then, which was easier thought than practiced with only Beth-Ann having a light.

She slowed her pace to create more distance before pulling her phone out of her pajama pocket. She tapped it and turned it screen down, knowing the milky glow would be less distracting than the flashlight, and less likely to draw Beth-Ann’s notice. Penny hated to think they would need to wander even longer in the damp woods over an accusation that her phone scared off a bigfoot.

Beth-Ann understated when she said there were a lot of deer tracks. There was more than just the thin trail with a set or two in a single file. The tracks wove in and out of each other, creating a webbing pattern. There must’ve been five at the least; an entire herd that was prowling.

The gap between she and Beth-Ann widened as she stopped. Her stomach twisted. The hairs on her neck and arm rose.

Deer did not prowl.

Her sweat ran cold when she realized Beth-Ann and her red light were no longer in sight. She switched from her phone screen to the flashlight app, turning slowly on the spot. Every crack, swish, or rustle had her jump from her skin. Her heart was going fast enough to have her breathing ragged.

“B-Beth-Ann,” Penny hissed. She attempted swallowing but her mouth was dry. “Beth-Ann!”

The library books she poured over when she first arrived at the Lamberts’ years ago came back in fragments. She tried sticking to local lore, but after her run in with the bigfoot and alienation from her friends, she lost a lot of motivation. There were dangerous creatures in the mountains, that was certain.

“Beth-Ann,” Penny yelled. “Beth-Ann! Where are you?”

She yelled out louder and louder, breaking branches and kicking over small, dead trees; anything to make as much noise as possible. She raced through what creatures she remembered: bigfoot, will o’ the wisps, not-deer…. She froze and shrieked Beth-Ann’s name as loud as she could, followed by calling out for help.

A branch snapped behind her.

Eyes glowed just beyond her flashlight. Slowly, steadily, a deer stalked into the beam, but there was a profound sense of wrongness about it. The eyes were forward in its skull, like those of a cougar, and its legs bent like a wolf's creeping into ambush position.

It took a moment for her scream to escape her throat; it had to build before exploding out. She ended it with a snarl, waving her arms and phone around. Her blood chilled when the not-deer barely hesitated in its hunt.

A second crack sounded behind her. She whirled around, spotting a second not-deer in the corner of her eye. She bolted between the two; leapt over a log, broke through scratchy branches, caught a glimpse of a red light, and tripped head over heels in her attempt to stop too quickly for her body to properly react.

She eased up, straightened, and swung her phone around towards the red light as she climbed up.

Several pairs of eyes caught the light, low and crouched. Blood was smeared over their snouts. It only barely registered what she saw them crouched over was Beth-Ann and not a random carcass as her phone tumbled from her hands, landing with the light down.

Penny’s knees gave. She could smell the blood in the dark, hear the fabric ripping and the squelch of the not-deer feasting. Beth-Ann’s red flashlight lit enough to catch movement, enough to catch eyes.

She screamed, teeth sinking into her shoulder from behind.

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I wanted so bad to use not-deer with Nellie and could not find a spot for them. They are one of the creepiest cryptids, and that's in part because there are so many cedible stories. The running theory is that either these people are running into rabid deer, mutated deer, or deer suffering some other type of nuerological issue similar to rabies. I'm kind of like 'could be a carnivorous sub-species or something that only look like deer as a type of camoflague'.

I dislike the name Beth-Ann and all variations of it a lot. I don't know why, but I do. So, when I knew Penny would have a friend(ish) person die, I immediately was like 'what name do I hate'. I almost had it be Paige, but it didn't fit what personality I was building for Paige to even want to be in nature.

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September 28, 2026
DO.Penny.13

There were upsides to moving to the girls’ home. That Christmas, Penny was given a new sweater. The plain, generically purple sweater–that was nearer to a sweatshirt–was the first article of new clothing she had ever had. She wore it as often as she was able.

The other was that the other girls were not nearly as mean as Aaliyah and the girls at her previous home, at least not overtly. The administrators were much more strict, so physical fights were squashed before they broke out, but they couldn't stop cold shouldering or backhanded remarks.

It was such a pleasant change that Penny barely noticed when she was on the receiving end.

To continue the pleasantness, she got along fairly well with her assigned buddy. Paige was older with dusty brown hair and slightly bucked teeth. Since she had a driver’s license and was a long-term resident in good standing with the administration, she acted as Penny’s chaperon during most outings. Paige volunteered often for the chance to escort Penny around; being a fan of her photos, she boasted about how she was the force behind the scenes.

The challenge was for Penny to distract Paige while she searched for appropriate pictures of fairies and other creatures. She could only risk seeing Hodge if her chaperon was thoroughly distracted by Garrett, which became increasingly easier over the months. There was a shift in her posts to show more of her face (along with Paige) out and about to fill the long stretches between pictures that she was truly interested in posting.

Spring was beginning to take hold as the week long break from school arrived. Penny’s middle school break lined up perfectly with her old school's while not lining up with Paige's high school. She managed to convince Paige she could be unattended for a day, giving her time to stock up on Hodge pictures and spend uninterrupted quality time with him.

The young unicorn was fading into a warm, ivory color. His rump and back were dappled with gold. His legs were still gray, but his feathers being a downy white led Penny to believe his legs too would change.

She hummed serenely as she untangled his wavy mane, sectioning it off to create little braids. It was now long enough to create a curtain down half his strong neck.

Her phone alarm jerked both of them from their calm stupor. She silenced it with annoyance, Hodge reflecting her mood with a series of snorts and stomps.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Penny said, stroking his nose. “Paige will send Garrett and Colton to search for me if I'm not back before her.” She laughed ruefully. “They’d sure be surprised knowing I was hanging out in their backyard all this time.” She nuzzled him as he nuzzled her cheek. “I’ll try to come back soon.”

She stashed her grooming supplies in a tree hollow just beyond the ivy veil. She blew Hodge a kiss as she stomped through the long grass, leaving him and the glade behind.

The typical meeting point was on the corner near Colton’s house. Penny had explained to Paige that them coming and going on the property would stress out Colton’s mom. Not true as far as she knew, but it made it easier for her to sneak to the glade without Colton noticing she was there.

She waved Paige down and quickly jumped into the front seat. She twisted around to stare behind them as Paige continued on to Colton’s.

“We’re not going back,” Penny asked.

“I wanted to see Garrett,” Paige said. “My break starts Monday, so I’m thinking we can hang out Saturday or Sunday.” She smirked. “Just us two. You and Colton will have to entertain yourselves.”

Penny slumped in her seat as they pulled up to the house. Paige had always just picked her up and headed back with the drive as long as it was. There was great danger of them all realizing that she had been coming over and not hanging out with them. It wouldn't be a leap for Colton at least to realize she'd been going right to the glade, and for that to turn into him and his brother staking the place out.

Paige beeped her horn as she cut the engine. She rushed from the car and snuggled up to Garrett as he appeared on the front step. They giggled and whispered inches from each other’s faces as they strolled off towards the ATV shed, Paige clinging to his arm.

“They sure are sickening,” Colton mused, jerking his head in their direction as he exited the house. He grinned. “Wondering if you’d ever make an appearance. Our break is almost over.”

“Yeah… I know,” Penny said, shaking her head. “It went too fast. We’d probably’ve been here every day if Paige had the same break.”

Colton stuffed his hands in his pockets, swaying on the spot. "Think we can hang out this weekend?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Penny said. “Paige’s planning on it. We can go ATVing with the guys. Give those two time alone.”

“Actually…,” Colton blushed, “I wanted just us to spend time together….” He sank onto the stoop, refusing to look up at her. “I… l-like you, Penny.”

“Oh.”

“I have. For a while.”

“...Oh.”

“So… I was thinking…,” he trailed off, gulping. “Want to be my girlfriend?”

Penny hadn’t thought about Colton as anything other than her friend, one that Brooke–her first, real friend–introduced her to. She did hang out with him most consistently out of all her friends, and she did like to hang out with him for the most part.

Paige and Garrett continued their simpering and giggling near the ATV shed. They swayed together as if they were dancing to music only they could hear. Penny fought to keep her nose from wrinkling at the odd, overly affectionate display.

“Penny?” Colton was watching her, paler and pleading.

“Um… sure,” Penny said, her stomach flopping. “I guess we can give it a try.” She threw her hands up, smiling nervously. “Yeah. Why not? I mean, we do have fun together. Why not just be a couple?”

“Really?” He jumped up, hopping in place. “So, should we hug, or….” He turned bright red. “S-should we hug,” he repeated, his voice higher.

She laughed, her cheeks tinting red. She eased into an awkward hug, mimicking his back patting. They jumped apart at the sound of the front door opening again.

“Ah,” Colton’s mother said, a small smile on her lips. “I thought you were trending this way….” She stepped through them like landmines. “Don’t mind me. Just running to get groceries. Carry on.”

They were both too embarrassed to hug again, and promptly went to separate Paige and Garrett. It was best to leave their newfound relationship to stew on a somewhat high note.

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I liked the unicorn pics better.

Cute! But I miss the unicorn.

Traded Hodge for humans, lmao.

Penny frowned as she scrolled the comments on her newest picture. It was one of her and Colton making faces with a sparkle filter overlay. It wasn't her best. She was terrible at selfies, hated taking them, and greatly disliked the filters associated with them, but she had used her last Hodge photo and needed to put up something.

She had a better reaction from people when she posted her impromptu video about being moved almost a year ago. There had even been talks of donations, but since no one–she included–could figure out for what, that never materialized.

“Authenticity,” Penny murmured. “That’s got to be it.”

“What’s that, babe,” Colton asked, dropping into the booth next to her. He laughed at her scowl. “I couldn’t resist.” He set her soda from the fountain in front of her. “I gotta get your attention somehow when you’re glued to that phone.”

Levi dropped onto the other side of the booth with his girlfriend, each of them carrying a tray of fries. Penny had forgotten the girlfriend’s name shortly after they met a couple of weeks ago, and had since avoided needing to say it while waiting for someone else to say it. Unfortunately, she suspected Colton had also forgotten her name since he always referred to her as Levi’s girl, and Levi always used a pet name.

“I got the extra large in case you change your mind,” Levi said to Penny.

Penny found it hard to participate in the double date. The three of them went to the same school, and she was not too interested in reliving when she also attended. That would lead back to more awkward and painful topics like what happened with Brooke, and that was too personal to share with Levi’s girlfriend.

She contributed when she could while stealing glances at her photos. There must’ve been old ones she hadn’t put up yet that she could use.

“Babe,” Colton said, his tone not as playful.

She flipped her phone over in her lap. “Sorry.”

“Penny does a lot of Instagram,” Levi said in a loud whisper to his girlfriend.

“Oh, cool,” she said politely. “I’m on there too.” She tried to hide her smug smirk. “I just crossed one hundred followers.”

“Awesome! The first hundred is hard,” Penny said. 

“How many do you have?”

She narrowed her eyes as Colton roughly nudged her shin. “I’m nearing eleven million.”

Levi choked on his soda loud enough and dramatic enough that it had his girlfriend's reaction go from shock to concern in half a second. Colton went around the table to slap him on the back.

“E-eleven… million,” Levi choked out.

“I've been on for years,” Penny said dismissively. “It’s a time thing.”

“I've been on since the fourth grade,” the girlfriend said flatly.

Penny awkwardly sipped her soda.

The boys tried to shift gears by talking about some streamer they both watched, which did nothing except distract them from the tension between their girlfriends. Penny kept trying to look friendly, but the ache in her face indicated that she was doing poorly at hiding the strain of it.

“Penny, come with me to the bathroom,” the girlfriend said.

She had heard of this phenomenon of girls going to the bathroom together. She guessed she was now old enough to be initiated. She gave Colton a slight shrug and followed the girlfriend from the table.

Not needing the bathroom, she waited by the mirrors. She inspected her green eyes and checked her teeth.

The girlfriend washed her hands and applied lip gloss. “Eleven million. Wow.” She smacked her lips. “Do you put couple pics up? What gets more traction? Kissing or cutesy?”

“Me and Colton haven't…,” she trailed off, blushing furiously.

The girlfriend's reflection gave her a triumphant smirk. She fluffed her hair and headed out of the bathroom. Penny gave it a beat before following to allow her burning cheeks to cool.

She slipped in next to Colton and grabbed for her soda. She could feel Levi's girlfriend watching her with superior satisfaction as she toyed with her boyfriend's hair.

“Oh, yeah, know what I heard,” Levi said, batting her away. “I heard Aaliyah failed.”

“Garrett did say something,” Colton said. He grinned wickedly. “From all he's told me, her failing a grade is the least of the Sizemores’ issues with her.” He nudged Penny. “Could be the opening you need to move back.”

“How’s that going to work,” Penny wondered out loud. “Aaliyah is about to age out. How’s she going to do another year of school?”

“Dunno,” Colton said. “Maybe she won’t finish.”

“Who really cares,” Levi said. “She’s such a nasty…,” he looked at his girlfriend’s scowl, “person.”

A stab hit Penny right in the chest as she thought over Aaliyah. She disliked her, very much, but knowing she was aging out was rough. Not only did her mother never come for her, but Aaliyah had been an adoption candidate. She opened all paths to gain a family, and nothing came of it.

Colton did have a point; this could be her opening into moving closer to Hodge. The Sizemores had expressed some interest in her last year, and once Aaliyah aged out, they would no longer get a stipend. She would have to bring up the Sizemores the next time she met with her caseworker.

The double date ended with Levi’s girlfriend’s mother picking them up. The fast food place wasn’t a grueling walk from Colton’s, so they opted for a stroll rather than interrupt Paige and Garrett.

They didn't talk about anything specific, but Penny could sense an anxiousness coming off her friend. He fidgeted more and would not meet her eye.

They were in Colton’s driveway when he finally said, “So… what do girls do when they do that bathroom thing…?”

“You want to know if we talked about you guys," Penny smirked. “Only a little.”

“A little… good or bad?”

Penny shrugged. “It was more about pictures  and I think….” She didn't want to tell him that the girlfriend had been probing in one of those odd bullying moves girls seemed to do. “Well, she asked for some advice, but I didn't really have any. I've only put up two pictures of us, and none of them were kissing.”

Her cheeks grew hot. She had practically forgotten that the probing was that specific and personal. She froze on the front step, her mind racing for an excuse to leave rather than to wait for Paige. She stole a look at him and found his round face red too.

“So, um… I have thought about that…,” Colton said, failing to sound casual. “My mom… when I said you were my girlfriend, she was really strict about not putting any kind of pressure on you… so I haven't said anything about… kissing….”

“Then …you want to?”

“Well, of course! Levi and Gage says it's great. And Gage isn't pretending this time. I caught him with an actual girl by the lockers. And Garrett and Paige always look really happy, so….” He turned more scarlet. He cleared his throat. “D-do you want to?”

It hadn’t crossed her mind to kiss Colton, or anyone, until that moment in the bathroom. “Um… I guess?”

Colton lit up, the presence of his heavy blush making him look like he was glowing red. They planted their feet, squaring up to each other. It took a minute before they could meet each other’s eyes, and another before they moved from their frozen spots.

Penny squeezed her eyes shut, peeking to make sure she was still leaning towards Colton (him doing the exact same). His mouth bumped against hers. She held still, slowly opening her eyes to see if there was some kind of cue to what she was supposed to be doing. She pulled away when none presented. They smiled shyly at each other.

“Want to come in to wait,” Colton asked, a grin all over his face.

She shook her head. “I’m going to walk by the Sizemores’ place,” Penny said. “Put myself on their minds. Tell Paige to pick me up there?”

She immediately went to the glade, her heart thumping and a smile forming on her face. The kiss was weird, but not bad. It helped that it was Colton. They had been friends for a long time, and he had been just as awkward. She felt as if she crossed some previously unknown threshold; she was older now.

“Hodge,” she called softly. “Hodge, come here, handsome. We don’t have long.”

The unicorn appeared through the curtain. He calmly strode over, giving her a nicker and bobbing his head happily.

Penny jump-stomped through the long grass to reach him. She reached out to stroke his cheek, but he jerked back. She looked over her shoulder, saw nothing, and reached again.

Hodge flattened his ears and snorted. He backed up, tossing his head.

“What’s wrong?” She tried to pet him, shushing him soothingly, but it agitated him more. “Hodge?”

She recoiled, her heart dropping into her stomach. The book Mother Mary Clare had, the entry on unicorns, said they were calmed only by virgin maidens. They were hostile to non-virgin women, and outright aggressive to men.

"But… Hodge,” Penny pleaded, tears forming in her eyes, “it was a kiss. Not even open-mouthed or anything.” She reached for him. “Hodge, please….”

He let loose a high-pitched, angry bray and took off for the woods.

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The guess with Colton's mom was right; she clearly saw her son was developing a crush and just noped them from being foster candidates. I've grown to like Colton's unnamed mom, lol. I would have to double check the timeline, but I think Penny is 12/13 now. She's more of a "late bloomer" in the dating and romance (also call she's being a normal pre-teen) compared to the others. The first part of this would be March/April, the second part would be late June/July.

Penny's animal friend being a unicorn was always going to present an interesting problem as she got older. Hodge rebuffing her over a very simple, three second kiss was one of the earliest scenes I had with the two of them.

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September 23, 2026
DO.Penny.12

The group home allowed Penny to stay after winter break ended, but made it very clear that they were the most temporary of temporary. Her caseworker ended up extending her search to the very edges of the school district, with multiple warnings that she may need to prepare to switch schools. Those conversations were frequent once the school year ended.

Hodge was her solace. She spent nearly every day in the glade, brushing him smooth and detangling his mane. His body had lightened to a glowing silver, and she could see golden dapples emerging on his haunches. His mane and tail tuft were now white with waves and loose curls; the tail tuft ended with a tight, little spiral that half the time she left alone if she wasn’t fluffing it out.

She flipped through her book lazily, humming in mild amusement. “You having cloven hooves means you need to chew cud… Oh, wait, pigs don’t chew cud. I guess that means you don’t need to? So… you’re like a horse and pig mixed together?” She laughed at Hodge’s loud snort. “Sorry, I know you’re unique. I’m trying to figure out what I can.”

She spent the next forty minutes combing out his mane and weaving pink and yellow ribbons into it. She brushed his forelock with her fingers, fluffing it up around his black, spiral horn. Her fingertips lightly touched the base and traced up to the tip.

“There must be something I can use to take care of it,” Penny mused. “Like with your hooves. There’s hoof polish. Doesn’t feel like the same thing as your hooves though....” She heartily patted his neck. “Go ahead. Act natural.”

Hodge blinked his large eyes at her before he went to graze. She took out her phone, recording five-second clips and taking pictures from different angles.

Her Instagram account had been gaining hundreds of followers a week since she started showing photos of Hodge. There was much debate in the comments about if he was real or not, with the final verdict typically being the non-believers badgering the others into accepting unicorns did not exist.

She never tipped the scale one way or another, never responded to comments at all except to say thanks if someone said something particularly meaningful or offered a good suggestion. The arguing was too amusing.

Hodge jerked his head up, ears pointed forward before flattening into his mane.

“What's—?”

Penny heard it too. The unmistakable sounds of ATVs, and fast approaching. She rushed at Hodge, waving her arms and hissing “shoo”. The unicorn gave her a hurt, reproachful look before moving at a slow trot through the ivy curtain. She raced for the same curtain, jerking still, and spinning back to collect her things.

The ATVs crashed into the glade seconds later. She guiltily put her bucket and backpack behind her back, nervously smiling at Garrett and Colton as they sped by. Colton’s ATV made a wide turn, flattening more of the ivy, and doubled back to her.

“Penny?” He turned off the engine, blinking at her in surprise. “What… what are you doing out here?” He looked around. “How’d you get here?”

“Walked… I’ve been taking pictures of the glade. I’m obsessed with it.”

“Right…,” Colton trailed off, looking at her as if she lost her mind. “Want a ride back?”

Her eyes darted to the treeline. She could sense Hodge waiting, watching, could practically see him pawing impatiently at the ground as he waited for her to call him back out.

It would be suspicious if she sent Colton away. He might even stick around–secretly or otherwise–to see why she wanted to stay.

“Yeah, sure, that’d save me a walk,” Penny said. She glanced at the bucket of horse combs and her backpack. “Umm…. Oh! Colton, look!”

She threw the bucket towards the rock when Colton turned, flinching at how red it was among the green. She shouldered her bag, and jumped on behind him, shrugging when he turned in his seat to look at her quizzically.

“Thought I saw something up on the trail,” she said sheepishly. “Ready?”

They sat on Colton’s front step drinking soda. He caught her up on his adventures with Levi and Gage (whose girlfriend never did materialize over the school year). Destiny and Whitney had found some other girls into crochet and knitting, so were regulated more as friends that just exchanged waves in the hall. Penny had guessed as much having found herself hanging out with either the guys or the girls, and gradually more with the guys over the seventh grade year, but it sounded as if they hadn’t texted or spoken to Colton and the guys since summer started.

“Not much different from you,” Colton said.

“Me? I haven't ditched you guys,” Penny protested.

“Not as obviously, but you don't hang out like you did. You come by sometimes and text, but you're always running off to do your photo thing.” Colton drained his bottle. “But Garrett says it's normal. You hit seventh grade, new people and all that, and it's worse if you're girls and guys.”

It felt a bit unfair and as if Colton was blaming her. Gage had ditched them long before she started pulling away. Levi too. She was managing her photography, keeping under the radar at the home, keeping her grades up to add no additional concerns or reasons to be moved, and keeping Hodge a secret. Having any social life was doing well. Colton had no idea.

“You know… you mentioned that place wanting to get rid of you…,” Colton trailed off. “I said something about it to my mom…”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “She complains me and Garrett are too much. I thought maybe she’d want to take a try at having a girl around.”

“You asked her to foster me?” 

Little bubbles of happiness burst in her chest. Colton’s mom seemed nice. She got along with Colton and Garrett. The best yet, Hodge was in the backyard.

Her smile faltered. “Oh… I think it takes a long time to get approved for that….”

“Yeah… she said that,” Colton said uneasily. “And… um, isn’t sure it’s a great idea….”

A cold wave washed over her. She was still damaged goods, even according to her friend’s mother. She set her mostly empty bottle aside and got to her feet.

“I should head back. I got to show my face around the home soon so they don’t worry.”

“Garrett can—.”

“I got my bus pass; it’s fine,” Penny dismissed. “Text later? We can all hang out or something.”

She thought of going back for her grooming bucket, or to say a proper goodbye to Hodge, but didn’t want to risk Colton or Garrett driving through the glade again. She alternated between a brisk walk and jog to the bus stop, then promptly sat and cried on her knees until it came.

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Her caseworker looked much more exhausted than during previous visits. She no longer had pink streaks in her hair. There was a dullness to the blonde locks, and she had started the habit of wearing large frames to filter out blue-light; she previously complained about headaches and blamed the screens.

Penny sat still in her chair, her green eyes wandering to her open phone whenever she was sure the caseworker was too preoccupied to notice. A small, satisfied smile tugged at her lips at the 9.9 million count next to the followers label.

“It’s not looking good….” Penny quickly covered her phone and watched the caseworker. “The home feels they’ve been more than generous… I did reach out to the Lamberts to see if they’d clarify on the aggression thing, but they didn’t want to talk. No hope getting that expunged.”

“Figures.”

“The Sizemores did express some interest. Not enough to take you tomorrow, but they do have you on their mind from time to time.” She glanced over the top of her glasses. “They have your previous foster sister, right?”

“As far as I know.”

“Could be an option then….”

She shuttered at the idea of once more living with Aaliyah. The home was full of kids worse, but in the group setting there were other targets.

“What about foster to adopt? That could open other options.”

Penny vigorously shook her head.

“Right… Well, that leaves really only one path forward, and I was trying to avoid it….” She removed her glasses with a heavy sigh, and knitted her fingers in front of her. “Your home has been impressed with your behavioral shift, and that’s another reason they won’t keep you anymore. They recommended a home for girls your age. …It’s not in your school district.”

The girls’ home was over an hour away, closer to the city. She would be bumped down into a middle school for eighth grade. This home was more strict with outings, usually needing a chaperon or buddy for even basic walks. Visiting Hodge would be completely out of the question unless she snuck out in the middle of the night, and the buses wouldn’t be running then.

“I think that’s all… You’ll have the weekend to pack up. They want you moved before the first day. Complete fresh start and all.” The caseworker pinched at her eyes and stifled a small yawn. “Sorry I couldn't get it worked out for you. You're one of the nice ones. If all my cases were like you, I wouldn't be going back to school to find something else.”

“Oh… I had a feeling you were quitting,” Penny muttered. 

“Changing careers isn't quitting.  …Some of these other kids are vicious though. All I want is to help, but they couldn't care less.” She cleared her throat and straightened. “Anyway, questions?”

“Yeah….” Penny fiddled with her phone, keeping her eyes down. “I wasn’t always an adoption candidate, so… was there some kind of update with my mom?”

The caseworker raised an  overtweezed eyebrow. She went back to her computer, typed something, and propped her face up with her hand. She had a glazed expression. She gave a shrug.

“It doesn’t say anything specific. Says you were given up at birth, so you not being a candidate until recently is kind of weird. Let’s see…,” she scrolled, “yeah, nothing specific. My guess is there was some kind of contact between her and the system, but all that evaporated. Either she flat out said she wasn’t able to get her life together before you aged out, or she just fell off the map.”

“She was keeping tabs on me?” It made sense considering Aisling was her caretaker when she was small. “Is there anything in there about my aunt? Aisling Fox, or she might be under Sister Mary Agnes.”

“Nothing… There were inquiries made about where you were sent after your first home changed administrations, but it doesn’t give any names.” She leaned into the back of her chair. “Unless they suddenly appear in the next day or two, you’re still going to be sent to that girls’ home. I wouldn’t waste your energy thinking about this.”

It was the first real instance that a caseworker told her that Keena had tried to keep in her life. Something had changed that.

It was also the first time she had been told Aisling was looking for her. She had known that instinctively, but it was nice to hear it said out loud.

The more pressing issue was this move. It was imminent and she saw no way out of it.

She sighed heavily as she waited for her bus. She opened her phone, went to the camera, and turned it on herself. She took a breath and hit record.

“Hey! Behind the photos. I’m Penny. A foster kid, about to be moved again. Hodge pictures will be on hiatus for a bit.” Her eyes teared. “Sorry.”

She uploaded it to her Instagram and tucked her phone away.

Aisling was probably still looking for her, but if Keena had truly given her up this time, entertaining adoption could keep her from being moved too far. She could always sabotage her placement if the parents started to seriously consider keeping her, give Keena or Aisling more time to find her.

She stayed seated as her bus to the home drove off. She took the one that came out near Colton’s.

Hodge was half in the glade. The ivy curtain was draped over his back like a cape. He gave a happy nicker as soon as he spotted her, but did not trot over. He lowered his head and went back to grazing.

She sank onto her usual rock. Her eyes grew more and more teary as she watched Hodge until she couldn’t hold it back anymore. She hugged her knees and buried her face in them to stifle her sobbing. She was jolted out of her hopelessness by Hodge knocking her off the rock with a hard nosing.

She gave a watery laugh, hugging him around his face and then again around the neck once she stumbled up to her feet.

“I’ll come back,” she said. “They won’t keep us apart. I swear it.”

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Where I mostly grew up, it was rural so after sixth grade you went to a combination junior-senior high school. It's not surper uncommon in non-rural areas. More common is having a middle school in the equation, so I figured where Penny was since leaving NY was rural WV and now she's being moved to slightly less rural WV.

And anything else I was going to say is gone because I'm having "what's that" shouted at me.

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