His master wanted her watched. He had always wondered why, but he didin't question it. Daren had watched her when she had come home that day, dressed in the neon soccer uniform, and used the ball as a security blanket to keep down the shock of everyone being gone. He had watched her go from her grandparents, to her Aunt's. She had moved on, or more put on a mask of moving on, and made friends. He had thought she would just leave it be, but it appears not. He should report her latest actions, but he was curious of her reasons.<br/><br/>Daren followed her when she turned right instead of left, his brittle wings weakly waving behind him. He walked past moms with jogging strollers and teenagers going home unseen. Though she probably couldn't see him, he followed far behind, and tried to make it seem like he was just causually walking home. (His master must have a reason for watching her, so he wasn't going to take chances).