I have been called an animal or beast and perhaps in a sense I am, for I share some of those sensory traits. Like now. I can feel it coming – the trouble that will ensue when Layla makes her return known. There will be questions and truths will be revealed that my kind are not ready to make known. The Queen has voiced her strong disapproval of my decision to accompany Layla to New York. She and other members of the Council feel I could deal a damaging blow to our integration efforts if I misstep or misspeak. I do not disagree. Which begs the question, why do I find myself choosing to put the needs – no the desires of one person above the needs of many? Am I so vain that I believe my desire supersedes all else? That my need to give Layla what she thinks she wants is more important than the years of effort that have gone into this peace accord? Or perhaps it is that I do not believe the accord will last. I sense fallaciousness and cozenage, pretty words that strive to cover deception.
