Dancing With Cinderella

The little pup walked alongside her father, her cranium tilting to the side some when her father spoke about a certain tree, how its fruit was ripe and about a secret that it possessed. What kind of secret was it? She followed beside him, her tiny paws not used to walking slightly as she tripped a couple times, but her father's paw continued to stop her from falling flat on her face. Her pelt blew in the wind that the storm that was there sent to them. Mystic knew her father would keep her safe, and would not let anything happen. Her crimson orbs sparkled whenever she got to go on adventures with her dad.


"What kind of secret is it father?" She asked, a slight tilt of her head as she continued to walk beside the man. Her small tail wagged what seemed like a million miles per hour.