Haji, after nodding to Mr. Moonglade, had decided to linger around the porch, staring off into the distance. But she couldn’t help but feel uneasy, after all, if Moonglade has lost faith in the boys, then something must really be going on. In the meantime, as she focused on the trees, she decided to go retrieve her pancakes. Going inside, she grabbed her plate and resumed feasting on her pile of sugar and carbs. Glancing around the table, she thought to herself about these new faces. Kardia, whom she couldn’t make sense of, was strange, but all of them were. Xylia was kind but many had been so before, and many of them harbored ulterior motives. Madi has been here the longest, and her cat was rather annoying but tolerable, and Haji couldn’t see them being any danger. Her thoughts turned to Dusk. He was most definitely one of if not the most senior resident other than Moonglade. And she trusted him like a brother. Remi was here before her too, and he felt like a brother to her, kind, funny, and annoying sometimes. But his hijinks has a habit of getting out of hand, a testament to his recklessness. But, the one thing that worries her the most was this new, strange, and unsecretive extraordinary. She did not like him at all. By the time she had finished pondering her peers, Haji had finished her pancakes. A small puddle of syrup remained, with a few dollops of whipped cream floating around. She quickly retrieved the dollops with her fork and ate them, resigning the syrup -covered plate to the trash can. Standing next to a window adjacent to the door, she stared out at the world. There ought to be some branches in the forest, and maybe some smaller sticks in the yard. However, recent events pointed toward asking Mr, Moonglade for permission first. She decided to go searching to see where he had ran off.