Sweet as the Grape

Sericea carried herself through the rustling grass with an air of purpose. The cool breeze ruffled her soft red fur as she moved, bringing with it the salty scent of the nearby ocean inlet. With a keen acidic gaze, she scanned the landscape around her, searching for any sign of her mother with a tail that twitched impatiently behind her. Her mind swirled with question-ones she burned to know the answers to. For her, secrets were easily kept, but hard to resist when they were blaring in front of her.

A sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of autumn leaves dancing across her path. Sericea paused, her keen nose twitching as she caught a familiar scent on the breeze. Ahh, there she was. Abandoning stealth, the girl bounded forward, lanky legs pumping as she raced toward the source. She skidded to a halt at the edge of a small clearing, her acidic green eyes scanning the area intently. There, by a tumbling waterfall that cascaded down the sheer rock face, stood her mother, Absinth.

"Momma?" Sericea called out once she was close enough to be heard, her tone honeyed and light as her voice trailed off. She hesitated, suddenly unsure how to approach the subject of Setekh while keeping him a secret as she had promised to do. Her paws fidgeted in the soft grass as she gathered her courage. “What were your parents like?” She asked innocently, hoping to convey nothing more than a youthful curiosity.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"