The Fool

The uneasiness built up, and the spirit became restless. The boy proposed his idea. It wasn’t a bad
one, but it wasn’t what Sybil felt she wanted. Ricin was eager, happy to make a new friend. His
enthusiasm was almost contagious, and the girl wanted say yes simply to keep a smile on his
face. But it would be a farce, and she didn’t owe this wolf that, or anything for that matter. Still,
it would bring her no joy to disappoint this first friendly face in a strange land. Her paws itched,
ready to run and search, explore every new nook and cranny without supervision and restriction.
Besides, she was built for this weather. Her coat would keep her warm as it had always done.
The girl had always been a traveller, only this time she was travelling alone.

“I’m fine, really. I don’t need a cavern to shelter me, I have my fur and my mind, and they’ll do
just fine for now.” She looked away briefly. “Look, I’ll be around, ok? I won’t travel too far,
at least not this early. There’s still plenty to see.” She glanced at the mountain, already
imagining herself climbing it’s ridges. Maybe in spring she’d visit.

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