Keele watched the boy near her hooves he was handsome. A diamond in the rough. But then again he looked sick and weak. She did know what to do. And when a woman appeared her thoughts began to whirl in more confusion. Who was she? Who was he? What was going on? So many questions and not a word would come out. She parted her lips to speak but all she could do was watch as the events unfolded. She stared as the boy accused the woman of being a witch and as the woman reveled her wings. She watched as the boy glanced at her. And she watched as the woman promised her things that didnâ€™t matter. All she could do was watch and be silent, that was until the boy addressed her. â€œMy name is Keele, its nice to meet you Phytos.â€ She liked the sound of his name. Exotic and unknown. It was like a mystery. She offered him her hand. â€œI suppose so.â€<br/><br/>Keele didnâ€™t really feel like going to class. But with someone who bore the same stares it might be easier. They could comfort each other. But then again why would he want to help her. She was the one that ran away from the stares. He looked as if he had gone through awful things. Apart from some meager bullying that had been mostly solved with a spike strip she had been fine. It was no use. This boy would never want to help her. Who was she kidding?