<em><strong>~Arathel, Female Form, Balfurt Park~</strong></em><br/>Arathel moved over towards Otis with a smile.  She gave him a soft nod as he came up, although she couldn't help but look a bit worried.  Naturally, Otis didn't need a real answer, because she followed along with, hopping into the passenger's side and buckling her seat belt.<br/><br/>Somewhere along the line, the harp that she'd been carrying had just vanished.  That wouldn't be surprising by this point, and she didn't really bring any attention to it.  Her focus was more on Otis, realizing more and more how much he'd been changing.  She didn't like it but she couldn't figure out just what to do about it.<br/><br/>"Remind me again what happens on the 14th?" she asked softly, trying to remember what exactly the date was.  She knew it was deep into autumn, but the strange knack that humans had for using numbers to watch the progress of time was a bit beyond her.  It had to be a holiday of some sort.