Chapter Fifteen

DPOV

Songs: It's Hard to Get Around the Wind by Alex Turner, What's in My Head by Fuzz

"See you for demonstrations tomorrow, Coimheach." Her wild hair seemed to roll through the air as the wind cascaded along her dark waves. It appeared to have a mind of its own much of the time, but as I watched her jog away I felt somewhat entranced by it as the moonlight danced across those deep brown strands.

I had finally become curious enough to ask what that term meant that she had deemed me as on more than one occasion. I discovered from a local troop member that it was often used to describe a stranger or foreigner—not all that clever if you really thought about it. Normally, she used it as a derogatory comment or an insult that admittedly stung a little, but tonight there was a hint of playfulness behind it that I hadn't heard before. Seeing that small, devilish grin that accompanied it made me think that maybe I didn't mind it so much anymore.

I turned back towards my tent to see Daisy star