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Winter Solstice is coming up. It's been giving me the chills as the worlds between the living and the dead get closer and the walls between get thinner. It's like I can almost sense the dead waiting, trying to get through. Poltergiest activity has gone up as the dead try to communicate. Mother's favorite vase got dropped by an upset ancestor last night. I guess they didn't like it very much. Mother spent a good fifteen minutes yelling at the spirit. She says that she can see them. I guess it might be because of her precognative abilities. I don't see them.

I am going to be on vigil that night though. All three of us are. Hawk is too young to do it. Representing the Trovens at the cemetary.

It's funny, now that I think about it. Almost all of our ancestors are dead. All but one. The Fey. According to the family tree his name was Barron. He had a half fey daughter who married the at that time's Troven leader's oldest son. It was only a thousand years or so ago, so he should still be around. Da' says that he met him once. During the Hunt. Da' said that we're exempt from being prey of the Hunt because of being decesnded from a fey. I'm not sure I believe him or not.