And that was that, it was all settled.  Danielle and she would go, take care of the lawyer business, and than come home. And than she would be able to get back to cleaning up her room, and small studio.  It wasn't too big, but it was enough room for her to sleep, take pictures, go over paperwork, and shower; which was all she really needed.  Nodding at the end of the conversation she flashed a quick smile and headed to the staircase to go up and get ready for this meeting.<br/><br/>"Alright, now that that's all settled, I'm going up to get ready.  Danielle will you call me down when it's time to go?"<br/><br/>She had paused at the landing, one hand on the banister, the other hanging loose at her side.  She would need to look good today, it would make the man more willing to listen to her "suggestions"<br/><br/>"Oh and...do you want me to do my mind mojo on the lawyer?  I'm sure I'll be able to do it without getting tired."<br/><br/>Her power took a lot of concentration, digging, burrowing into a persons mind, than feeding them feelings, scenes, and words.  It had taken her a long time to be able to do it successfully, without looking like she was trying.  Unfortunately the longer she did it the worse her head pounded with pain.   And than there was the time after doing it, that odd feeling as if something had been torn out of her.  When she was young, she hadn't known what that feeling was, writing it off as depression for.  Yet all the pills in the world hadn't taken that feeling away.<br/><br/>It wasn't until her first foreign shoot, when she had been in Bangladesh on assignment that she finally got an answer to why she felt so fractured. She had been shooting an old woman, there had been children and chickens everywhere.  And the blind woman just sat there with a vacant look in her eyes.  She had bent down to get a close up of the woman's face, something drawing her to film it, to capture just that look.  As if all the answers in the world laid dormant in her eyes.<br/><br/>When the old woman had suddenly gripped onto her shoulders, tightly, painfully; she had found that she had been unable to move.  The old woman had leaned in close, staring into her eyes as if she could suddenly see everything in great detail; and than leaned in close and whispered into her ear.  What she had been told than shocked her, even scared her a little. But than it was over, when she was able to focus once again the old woman was sitting exactly where she had been before, as if nothing had happened.<br/><br/>After that she had been a little less willing to use her powers, and she had never told another living being what had happened, not even her sisters.  Who would want to admit that when she sneaked into a persons mind she left more than what she wanted, what she was willing to leave?  Who wanted to admit that every time she used her power she left a part of her soul in a person?<br/><br/>It was the time after she used her power that was the worst, she would have to seclude herself into her room, stay there until the small slice of her soul dug itself out and returned to her.  She hid it well, telling her sisters she was tired and needed sleep.  And in all honesty it wasn't that bad, once the pieces of her soul returned she would return to normal as if nothing had changed.  Yes it wasn't that bad at all....