***Ella***
I step through the tree back home and feel weary. Things were not going well.
"This is not the day," I say loudly up to the sky as clouds begin to gather. I am surprised when they quickly diminish as fast as they had appeared. That was one thing that had gone well this afternoon.
I enter the cabin, a place Austin has spent more time in recently than in his favourite place; the kitchen.
"That is some stern static you're bringing in here," Austin says, throwing an apple core cleanly across the room and into the little bin.
"I appear to be controlling it for the first time, but...yes a thunderstorm of rage is bubbling under the surface," I confirm.
"I take it your meeting with Rupert did not go that well?" he asks tentatively. I shake my head and look at him sadly.
"Forty-on
