The secrets the adults are hogging

Tempest was slowly gaining more freedom, and experiences were exactly what she wanted to gather. She found herself slipping through the moor without any supervision. That was happening more and more easily of late. Her parents were… disinterested in her life. Or so it felt like at times. The thought of it always left a scowl on her face, and she pushed it aside. Concentrating on far more interesting things. Like how to hunt a rabbit!

She had found one slipping through the grass, and was following along behind it as quietly as she knew how. She didn’t dare get too close. Not yet. She knew she wasn’t quiet enough. But she was working on her forms, trying to figure out how the adults walked so quietly. She could almost taste its hot blood on her tongue, and it left her mouth watering.


"Tempest"