Little lords and ladies

Today was the day! They were officially big kids and could leave the tiny, smothering chambers that they'd been born within. I mean, yeah... the rooms weren't that small, but Dusk needed bigger things. She needed excitement! The little inkblot was the first one awake, fire opal eyes wide and ready. She sat at the door, which she made a point to peek out of as often as possible during her days of seclusion. She knew the look of the hall outside and so, when her dad finally opened the doors, she was ready.

"Dadda, Dadda, Let us out! Let us out!" Excitement thrummed through the tiny shadow and she bounded around her father's thick forelegs, rubbing against him and nipping his shins playfully here and there. It was no secret that little Dusk was a spunky thing. Endless energy, endless curiosity, endless everything. She had a difficult time listening to the rules that her father laid out, but she thought she could figure it out. Shouldn't be too hard right? Maybe? Eh...

Back and forth from one front paw to the other, tippy tap, tippy tap, Dusk couldn't contain her excitement. Artorias pushed open the doors and the pup crowed with delight, tipping her head back in a tiny, baby howl before rocketing down the hall, little claws scraping on the stone as she made a beeline for the very stairs that she wasn't supposed to run on. Or at least she thought she wasn't supposed to run on them. Maybe?

"Dusk Carpathius"