After that, more Raars began emerging from behind bushes, trees, and flowerbeds.
One after another.
“We didn't recognize you,” said the coral-colored star.
Unfortunately, Raars didn't believe in names.
“Your scent changed.”
“What?”
I frowned and glanced toward Gwen.
She had already climbed onto the bar counter and was examining the metal pole supporting the canopy above it.
“You didn't notice I smell different?”
“Well, you were wearing someone else's clothes before, so yeah.” Gwen nodded while lifting the canopy free from the pole. “But right now? No. Why?”
I stepped over to help her steady it.
“The Raars say they didn't recognize me because my scent changed.”
A strange chill crept down my spine.
Spirits had always recognized me before.
Always.
Then I frowned.
“Why do we even need this pole?”
“I'm thinking we can use it to fish that thing out of the pool.”
With a final shove, the pole clattered onto the grass.
“There are proper tools inside the house,” a yellow-starred Raar chimed in.
“The net is by the entrance.”
After relaying the message, I headed toward the glass doors.
Thankfully, they weren't locked.
“We thought those people had come back,” said the red-headed star.
I stopped.
“So you really did see what happened here?”
By the time I returned with the skimmer net, Gwen had already stolen it from my hands.
Naturally.
“There were four people,” the green-headed star began. “Three men and one woman.”
“They seemed to know nobody was home,” the yellow one added.