CeeCee is excited, bouncing up and down and wriggling her toes in the sand as she yells to the humans. I take her hand and we walk down to where the women wade into the surf, casting out the net. The man who washed up does not seem keen to go too close to the water, and I don't blame him.

We get close enough to see that they have something in the net. "This should be interesting." I say to CeeCee, keeping her hand in mine.

So many masks these humans wear, and I am reminded of the lion one I wore at the All Hallow's Eve party. Speaking of which...

I see the guise my lord wore that evening imposed over the face of another. And more than see, I can feel. I may have been stripped of my power, but not my sense, at least not of Him. It makes me smile and ache at the same time.