Z's house wasn't too far from Brand's home. Just take a right and head straight for the patch of woods that always seemed to be darkened then find the dirt road to the house. She never understood why her mother wanted such seclusion, but she tried not to question it too much. It was better for her practices anyways. Once she saw the two-story, ancient looking house and heard the familiar windchimes, she let out a long, uneven breath. Time to explain to her mom the situation, at least a fib of what it was, and pack her things.