I approached the entry to my pavilion when the familiar feeling of the Hensley magic arrived at the site.

Shenka. I reached for my second, just as she barreled out of the tent and ran right into me.

"Syd." Breathless, anxious, she hugged me in quick apology. "Tallah's here."

"You don't have to join us," I said.

"Yes," Shenka said, pulling me along, "I really do."

Part of me suddenly felt sorry for her sister. The look on my second's face told me ...