[indent][b]Neomi Adams[/b][/indent]
 
	[i]Something must have happened to her daughter?[/i] Neomi immediately thought. A chill tan through her spine. This trip seemed more real and dangerous than she had previously acknowledged. [i]Or, maybe I’m over thinking this…[/i]

	She decided not to ask the question begging at the forefront of my mind. The haunting smile was enough in itself, and truth be told, knowing this place’s protection from the Rue was failing due to something the Yiya had, was already worrying her enough. She was second guessing herself terribly. 

	[i]The gun shot got rid of the rue so easily, though,[/i] she told herself. Nothing bad happened. It was just a little scary, that’s all. 

	Putting on a brave face, Neomi answered bluntly. “I am not too sure. I can kind of manipulate air with my hands. It doesn’t do much, to be honest, but look cool…” Neomi felt a little lame admitting this. She hoped she wouldn’t be sent back home for being too inexperienced, but skirting the truth never suited her. “…I guess I need some practice, or guidance.”

	Her hand played with the strap of her backpack, again. The nuance was becoming more of habit as the time in the corridor ticked away. She felt a little bad for the guy she had judged so harshly. Who knew what was going through his mind? She was certain she was becoming more and more awkward by the moment.