The Hard World~
Mouse
Twelvestones
Elfmoon, 4400
A finger poked her from the hard world. Old Mona’s finger. Bony and cold.
“I don’t want to go,” she told the white wolf with bright blue eyes. The hard world would change today. Mouse would be leaving the old nenan.
“I will be with you,” said the wolf. “No matter where you go.” He nuzzled close so Mouse could rub his soft ears.
Sometime so far back Mouse couldn’t remember, she had named the white wolf Yonah. Never out loud, of course. Only in her quietest secret voice.
Mouse never told anyone about the misty world. There was no one to tell since Raven left to be a lady’s maid. Raven was the only one who had ever called her Mouse. It was wrong to name her, of course, but Raven didn’t care. Raven wasn’t afraid of the hard world.
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