Stormé stirred gently from her slumber. What should have been a long morning filled with nothing, but sleep, was now abruptly cut short, by the fact that her mother was no longer next to her. The lack of heat felt annoying to say the least.

She tiredly pulled herself up and set off, seeing no reason to stay where she was.

The house was becoming more and more familiar to her. Ever since she had first opened her eyes, there had been a determination from within her that drove her to explore a new part of the house everyday. She'd stick her nose in every nook and cranny of any given room, searching for anything that might cure her ever growing boredom.

In her first days, that had never been an issue. Just being able to see her surroundings was enough, but as time went on, she found that she wanted more, wanted something to do and to live by.

Warily, she snuck through the dog door and glanced around quickly, not wanting to be caught outside. Then she spotted her mother in the small, modest garden that their owners worked hard to maintain everyday.

"Mom?"

"Stormé?" Her mother turned around. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Well, I was feeling a little cold and then I noticed you weren't there and I came looking for you." Her eyes took on a puzzled look. "What are you doing out here?"

There was an undoubtable feeling of hesitation that radiated off of her mother, before she finally answered. "Stormé, for a long time I forced myself to do a lot of things, because I thought that they were the right things. There was nothing behind any of those things that brought me any joy, but I did them anyway."

Stormé looked up to her, confusion etched into her features.

Her mother averted her eyes, gulping hard. "You know what? Never mind." She tried hard to force a smile, but only got half of one. "You're much too young to be hearing of tales like that one, come over here."

She had no idea what her mother was talking about, but went forth anyways.

"See these?" Her mother gestured towards a blossoming bunch of roses. "Try giving them a sniff."

Stormé did as she was requested, letting the sweet scent of the roses fill her nostrils, it smelled almost too good to stop.

"Stormé."

"Yes, mom?"

"Promise me that you'll never forget about the beauty that lies within you. Promise me that you'll always chase down your happiness, chase it like there's no tomorrow and don't ever stop." She whispered into her ear. "Do you promise?"

"I promise."