"Zecatto, why don't you come to my home," Fenris asked with a true heart.
I would love to see your house, Zecatto replied with a wolf laugh.
Fenris walked down a little used path headed toward the river Alanso. Along the path's spreading width, bushes of roses, willows and thistle. Down toward the end of the path lay a small barn that housed up to three horses. Just a few yards away from the barn were a small two-room house that was magically spelled to let globes of light shine and dim with just a word.
Light flooded the tiny cottage from the glass windows that adorned the walls. How many years had she lived in that cottage? Fenris wasn't sure. The shelves were full of her herbs, weapons, and treasures from the life she knew. Her whole life had been changed after her brother was slain by the Lioness. Her brother it seemed was the only person who would want her around at the stables or at the library.
John and Mother were the only ones that wanted her to learn, Father wanted to have her live at court and marry the heir to the throne of Tortall, Fenris thought.
Troublesome thoughts? Zecatto asked.
"Well mom wanted me to be able to shape shift like her, but dad wanted me to be a proper lady," came the swift reply.
Alanso's shallow banks spread out into her clearing that sheltered her home from the civilizations that she hated. Fenris lead Zecatto to the barn to have him meet her horse.
I would love to see your house, Zecatto replied with a wolf laugh.
Fenris walked down a little used path headed toward the river Alanso. Along the path's spreading width, bushes of roses, willows and thistle. Down toward the end of the path lay a small barn that housed up to three horses. Just a few yards away from the barn were a small two-room house that was magically spelled to let globes of light shine and dim with just a word.
Light flooded the tiny cottage from the glass windows that adorned the walls. How many years had she lived in that cottage? Fenris wasn't sure. The shelves were full of her herbs, weapons, and treasures from the life she knew. Her whole life had been changed after her brother was slain by the Lioness. Her brother it seemed was the only person who would want her around at the stables or at the library.
John and Mother were the only ones that wanted her to learn, Father wanted to have her live at court and marry the heir to the throne of Tortall, Fenris thought.
Troublesome thoughts? Zecatto asked.
"Well mom wanted me to be able to shape shift like her, but dad wanted me to be a proper lady," came the swift reply.
Alanso's shallow banks spread out into her clearing that sheltered her home from the civilizations that she hated. Fenris lead Zecatto to the barn to have him meet her horse.