“You felt them, but you didn’t actually see them? Or one, as in singular?” Sierra gazes at Colton questioning him as we sit across from her at breakfast, something we usually share in her own suite as she prefers it that way. Colton slides me the platter of pancakes as he shrugs her way. It’s late for breakfast but our patrol duties sometimes push us to eat nearer noon a couple of times a week.

“Felt. Possibly just one, but I can’t be sure. I didn’t see them at all, but my eyes turned blue, and I could definitely feel their magic in the air; faint, but it was there....