I raise my eyes. To me my mother doesn't look any different. She looks the same as she has always looked. Tall regal, proud. Yet he could see that she had spun glamours and woven spells all around this place. I sighed. Great, so this was a test. All of it was a test. Every bit of it. It angered me to the depths of my soul. How could this be a test?<br/><br/>I frown deeper at her words, "their not surrounding us, it's a glamour," I said by way of explanation. Really no one was near enough to touch them. Everyone was looking intently at them, but they still sat at their tables drinking coffee or eating whatever it was they were eating. I can't understand why they are choosing to spin such a dark glamour on her, I have no clue what the end game is, but I refuse to believe in coincidence. On the very day I come to the 'forbidden cafe' they choose to bring this girl along. No there is more going on here.<br/><br/>Did I mention I hate being manipulated. I was getting angry. Until I saw her throw power and my mother speak to her. I glared at my mother, "Yah I know what's going on. This is an initiation and we've just been paired. You'll either kill me or well have sex." he said blandly. He remembered overhearing something similar when his sister came of age. She'd refused her 'chosen' and had killed him. Great. So my life was in the hands of a strangers. "If you want to see the truth of things, you'll have to use your second sight." I add. Knowing they won't release the glamour not until she accepts who she is.