Making memories

Little Ember’s mind was like a sponge at her young age. Everything she saw, everything she observed around her, every sight and smell and sound was a mystery to be investigated and a discovery to be made! Any chance she got to shadow one of the adults of the Hallows or her family members, the tiny midnight pup was like a shadow clinging to their side, following diligently after her target for the day. Most days, it was her mother or father, but today it seemed it would be one of her older siblings.

Ciaran’s call for her was unexpected, but delightfully surprising! Ember had been out past the castle walls enjoying some of the spring sunshine now that winter was ebbing away when she heard her brother’s howl, tiny dark ears perking atop her crown and butt beginning an excited wiggle as she sprinted towards the gardens to rendezvous with him. She found her much taller brother waiting for her, strapped with his sword and a small pack of mystery goodies. Her father and siblings that all had their special weapons had always fascinated the young girl, and her eyes were immediately pulled from her giant brother to the sword on his back.

"Hiya Kea!" she greeted him, rushing up to bump her head into his legs in an affectionate nuzzle, tail whipping about off her back end in a display of enthusiastic energy. "Are you going somewhere today? Can I come too?" Her voice was hopeful, bright blue eyes turned upwards to meet Ciaran's gaze with expectations mounting.

"Ember Carpathius"