There was a moment of silence between Ian and the girl.

     ❝Well I'm sorry to hear that,❞ Ian said at last.  ❝What do you mean by the untamed ones?❞

     Her eyes shifted to a group of children playing in the meadow.  ❝Them.❞

     He looked and saw what appeared to be a bunch of younger teens laughing, having a fun time together on this tempestuous afternoon.

     ❝They just look like ordinary kids to me,❞  Ian said, confusion hindering in his voice, as if it were a question.

     She sighed.  ❝But they aren't...❞

     ❝What did they—?❞  He began, but the rain that suddenly fell from the sky in buckets stole his attention.  Their clothes and hair were soon soaked, and Ian shivered in the cold, nipping winds.

     The girl didn't move, as if she had already expected the thunderstorm now passing over them.

❝Aren't you cold?❞ He shouted through the wild weather, hoping that a draft would pick up his voice and carry it towards her, so that she might be able to hear him.

But she didn't.