There were good and bad days, Sonya was starting to realize that, however less as awareness and more instinct. In her gut she knew this wasn't going to be a good day, but instead of playing it safe and remaining in her house-where atleast she'd get some peace-she was by the bonfire, constantly looking around to make sure no one pulled a trick grab at her.

Her usual clothing was replaced with a short, green and silver tunic (one of the few nice items she afforded herself) and pair of shorts-just dressy enough to blend in. She couldn't bring herself to eat anything as she watched the dancers, and the drink in her hands was only something to keep them from shaking.