1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war

She had grown before she knew what was happening, and no longer fit into her hidey holes dotted around the castle. She spent a lot of time in the garden, learning from her mother, but she was also getting restless. She wanted adventure, excitement, and her life wasn’t really offering that at the moment.

She was in the garden when Pyrrhic howled, and she raised her head in curiosity, and stepped away from the herbs she had been tending to. She decided, if nothing else, to go have a nosy, and made her way into the direction he was. She was surprised to find him in an awkward section of the garden, with vines near his feet, and any step could trip or stumble him.

She moved closer to him, trying to decide if she should be annoyed or intrigued, he could damage some of their mother herbs! In the end, with a exasperated laugh she stopped a stride from him and asked. “Why here, Py?”