<strong>Cecily Cochran<br/></strong><br/>At home she showered before doing anything else, choosing to plug the ipod into its speaker port and listen to music rather than turn on the news. It wasn’t that she disliked what she would see; more she would much prefer to hear it from her friend. They had so much to talk about, so many secrets to share. Dawn was embracing something far greater than what Cecily had run away from.<br/><br/>Out of the shower, a towel wrapped tightly around her, Cecily rubbed the steam from the mirror and saw her own tired face staring back at her. She’d run from what she was and somehow in doing so, run right back into it. There really was no escaping it, her father had been right about that.<br/><br/>Staring at her reflection in the mirror Cecily dropped all pretenses and her glamour as well. What looked back at her wasn’t much different, save for the antlers and the shimmering amber skin. Was life really easier like this? She doubted it. But did it change who she was? No. Knowing who Dawn really was didn’t change much either, she loved her just as she had before. She worried more, now. Not for her physical safety, The Shinning Court would see to that, but for her emotions. What a drastic change fate had forced upon her.<br/><br/>Several moments later, glamour back in place, Cecily heard her phone go off. The tell tale ping of a text message. Shrugging, she picked it up and grinned.<br/><br/><em>Hey C, its all complicated. Please come meet me tonight, the Cove house in St. Michael's. I miss you too, so much..</em><br/><br/>Cecily knew exactly how complicated it was. It only made her worry more for her friend. It didn’t take long, however, for Cecily to set out on her way. The small, severely abused, sports car still managed to slide in and out of traffic as if it hadn’t looked like it rolled off of the wrong side of a cliff.<br/><br/>She kept the music loud, loud to drown out everything around her. She didn’t want to think, didn’t want to imagine what Dawn might say and knowing that she had to tell her … she couldn’t hide who she was from who Dawn was. It didn’t work that way. She also worried, in the back of her mind, that things would be different now.<br/><br/>Could she have her friend the way her friend was now and still manage to live the life she’d lived. She didn’t want to go back to before, to go back to the oppression she’d felt at her father’s hands and she d grown to love her life as a human. She was confused, a bit scared, and excited all at the same time.<br/><br/>Cecily wasn’t the type to worry much over what she should do and when, she mostly went on intuition alone. And it was that intuition that had her hopping immediately from her car and walking up to the house. A gentle splash caught her attention, she knew enough about to Dawn to turn and move lithely through the gardens.<br/><br/>Moving through the outdoors might be the one sign to give her away. Her steps were too easy, too light, and too nimble to be human. Her approach to the pool gave no regard to the guards that would surely be lurking close by. She’d dealt with their type before, she didn’t fear them. Why should one have fear when one meant no harm?<br/><br/>Kicking off the sandals she’d worn, Cecily rolled up her jeans, and plopped down beside the pool her friend had just jumped into. The water was cool against her feet as she dipped them in and waited. She had no intention of surprising Dawn, but rather realized her friend seemed so peaceful that she didn’t want to disturb her.