The Outlaws
The forest hums with life all around me. I twirl about, gazing up at the canopy, searching for the birds that sing sweetly. The sun breaks through the cracks, lighting up the dirt path ahead of me, decorated with outgrown roots, wildflowers and fallen leaves that crunch beneath my bare feet. I trudge on, taking in the fragrance of minty grass and the damp earth. Each breath is like water, fresh and cleansing, flowing freely into my lungs.
When I look at Lady Caroline, she was smiling as she gazed around the forest. “I didn’t know that forest could be this beautiful.” she mutters. Out of breath. Daemon was pleased as well. His blue eyes gleams with adventure.
“I miss hunting. It’s been a while.” He mutters to Master Gregory who gave him a disapproving look while shaking his
