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eyes move in my direction.  Which, they inevitably do.  Instead of shrinking back behind the window covering, as I hope she will, she opens the window and yells in my direction.
    “Shoo,” she says.  I ignore her, hoping she will take her own advice and go away.
    I am encouraged as she disappears back into the room.  After a moment, though, she is back and she is throwing a ball at me.  I will add the inability to aim to her negative attribute list.  The list is getting longer.  Definitely longer than the positive list.  She disappears again, this time coming back with a dart.  Perhaps her aim is not as bad as I thought, for the dart is coming straight for me.  Unfolding my wings, I have to fly to another branch to avoid being hit.  I am tempted to shift back to my Fairy form, retrieve the dart and throw it at her .  I never miss.
    When she pulls back into the room this time, I expect her to return with something larger.  After a few minutes, though, it becomes obvious that this is not her plan.  Good.  Maybe I can get a few hours of sleep , now .  I will still be able to sense Maurelle and O l w y n if they come near the house.  Closing my eyes and making sure I have a firm grip on the tree limb, I am able to drift off.
    A short time later, a scraping noise wakes me.  There she is, climbing out her window , obviously intent on bothering me again.  I hate her .  “Go away , you stupid bird!” she hisses at me.  Then, she has the nerve to pick up a stick and throw it at me.  My control over my anger is not going to last much longer, if she keeps this up.  I may have to show her how powerful my magic really is.  At the moment, though, I would be happy if she just stopped throwing things at me.  She clips my wing with the next stick.  I am not going to let her continue to do this.  I shift back into my Fairy form, still perched on the limb. 
    As she looks at me, blood r ush es to her cheeks yet again.  “Good lord, will you please put some clothes on?” she complains , averting her gaze .
    I roll my eyes and cover the bottom half of my body , hoping to get this conversation over with as soon as possible .  “Are you planning to throw things at me all night?” I ask.  If she says yes, I am going to force her back into the house with my magic.  And keep her there.
    “Are you planning to stare at me all night?” 
    Me?  Staring at her ?   Her window has been covered except for the times she peeked out at me .  And just what does she think I am doing out here in the cold – waiting like a peeping Tom, hoping for a glimpse of her?  She cannot be that vain.  “I am keeping watch in case Maurelle and Olwyn decide to return.”   Though, I do not know why.  All I am getting is grief.
    “Then shouldn’t you be watching the woods instead of me?  You won’t be able to see them if your back is too them,” she says .
    She speaks of things that she knows nothing about.  “I do not need to see them; I will feel their presence when they are near.  I am more concerned that you will do something foolish and cause yourself to be in even more peril than you already are.”
    “Gee, thanks.  Glad to know you think so highly of me.”
    Right.   I know she is being sarcastic, but I respond anyway.  “I did not say I think highly of you.  I think you are rather foolish and naïve.”
    “I was being sarcastic.”
    “And I was being honest.”
    “Yeah, well, you can keep your honesty to yourself.  Why don’t you fly off and go look for those other two crazies and leave me alone.”
    Yes, because I want to go traipsing through the woods nonsensically, when I can sleep here.  “It makes more sense for me to wait where they are sure to come , than try to find them in a sea of trees.  If you had any common sense, you would have figured that out on your own.”   I have never been this mean to a female in my life .  W ell, maybe Maurelle .  S omething about this girl gets under my skin