Thanks to less power being sucked away and more power building up in Neighborlee for our defensive purposes, I was getting leg tremors and prickling at the most inconvenient times. Winkies swarmed me at the most inconvenient times. It was one thing to be the only one in the room who could see them. It sometimes got pretty dang difficult to sit in a meeting at work and not swat at or laugh at the sparkling bits of light creating images in the air around my co-workers' faces.
Along with the
winkies, Fae came to visit. Not Will and Phil, who I had gotten used to during
their infrequent visits when I was younger. These were people who sort of
ghosted their way through town. Gliding through the crowds of shoppers and
people taking advantage of unseasonably nice weather to get outside and
socialize or just get their steps in for the day. I recognized them by the
trails of winkies. If that didn't confirm their identity for me, their pointy
ears did.
Funny thing. Most of
the Fae, I saw at Miller's Diner. They didn't seem to be making any effort to connect
with Ben Miller. Who, I might add, displayed definite points in his ears. I
hadn't seen those points until our New Year's battle with Big Ugly solved the
whole power-siphon problem. (And created some new ones. The fluctuations as energy
levels struggled for a new normal made my legs twitchy. A few times, I needed
to get out of my wheelchair and walk, to get rid of the feeling, before I
started screaming. However, I couldn't really explain to people the whole power
field problem and how I might finish healing after all these years, now could
I?)
I ate a lot of meals at Miller's, and encouraged co-workers to have our lunch breaks at the diner, just so I could keep watch on the pointy-eared visitors. It wasn't exactly a Star Trek convention, or LOTR fandom gone amok. Ben Miller didn't seem to notice anything unusual about his new customers. Maybe the Fae came in and clouded the minds of the wait staff while they helped themselves to food. I caught a lot of them checking out the rogue's gallery, as Stephanie had called the photo display of Miller family history down the back hallway.
Some of those photos went missing after the influx of Fae calmed down. Angela theorized the spell that made it possible for descendants of Fae to be seen in public without their ear points being noticed might have been failing in those photos. She referred to it as the "don't see me" spell, and … honestly, that couldn't be right, could it? I mean, no, I didn't expect fancy foreign words along the lines of Tolkein's Elvin languages, but still, something a little more dignified? We were dealing with magic here, right?
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