“How could I explain it to pure humans? And besides, I learned a long time ago to keep some weapons hidden so your enemies can't plan for them."
"Kind of a harsh view of life, isn't it?"
Madison's face grew dark.
"You didn't grow up in changeling foster care. The system had to protect me, but they didn't have to like it.
Or do a very good job for that matter. Other kids can be cruel, especially to a DM like me."
"Don't say that."
“It's true.”
"No, it isn't," Heda said, planting a food firmly in the proverbial sand.
"Crap, you're Gifted! People should be groveling at the feet of the people who grovel at your feet!"
Madison smiled.
"That's a lot of groveling. But it IS true. I am blind. I can't spot other shifters. In the old days, I would've been left out in the wilderness to die. All I can do now is do my time.
Once I get out into the human world, I'll be better." She didn't feel that way at all. She wanted to be around other shifters other entities who felt the call of the wild and answered it.
"Besides, do people really grovel at YOUR feet?"
"Yeah, sometimes."
Madison grinned.
"Lucky bitch."
"Madison, you need to load up your last block," Billy said from the doorway. He and Sasha were both staring at the two women with great interest.
“Shit!" Madison squealed, rushing past them and running her fingers over a mound of CDs.
"She got them memorized?" Heda asked.
Billy smiled.
“Nah. She actually carved the names in the side. She can go by touch or she can pick it up with . . . she explained the echolocation thing?"
"Yeah, she explained it. She really digs her music, doesn't she?"
Heda observed that the girl was truly at peace in that little room.
She was bouncing around the room with agility and grace.
"Okay all of you out there in radio land," Madison's sexy voice came through the speakers, "I want to give you all a little something to remember me by before I sign off for the night. Here's a little bit of the Rolling Stones, and a little --" Madison stopped and made a kissing noise into her microphone.