It took Max a lot of persuading of his parents to let him leave the house alone, but eventually he managed to convince them. Ever since he'd gotten home they had been a thousand times more protective. It irked him to no end. He knew they cared and wanted to protect their son, but he couldn't be their baby forever.
He still wasn't sure about his new eilemaiden, or the new, permanent form his daemon had taken. None of the settlement felt right, at all. Of course, he couldn't remember much from it, but when he tried to remember, he had an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his gut.
Max never use to be afraid of the dark, but now he seemed to loathe it. He could obviously see now, during nightfall, but it was in his dreams that it was the worst. He couldn't see anything in his dreams, and every night he'd wake up in a cold sweat, screaming or crying, or both. His parents wanted him to see a counselor, but he didn't want to talk to some stranger. What could they do for him that he can't try and figure out himself?
Finally, after a lot of thinking and mostly talking to himself, (he and his daemon had barely talked since he came to), he reached the meeting place. It was in front of a large, fenced off farm, with horses running freely through the field. He leaned over the fence and absentmindedly watched the horses, before stifling a yawn. Gods was he exhausted.
Gods did he hope that Skylar would show up.