Rose POV
A yawn leaves my mouth, Black is standing before me facing his master. I shift my gaze to the morning sky, the sky is clear and beautiful.
The white clouds are moving, gazing at the sky the wish of painting it raises in me. My fingers are itching to paint the beautiful trees, waterfalls, scenarios and sky I have seen so far.
"Walk to your right, there is a stream," I heard the whisper. I looked at Black and his master who is now settling down under a big banyan tree.
Why can't he tell me to my face rather than use his fogs whisper in my ear? I nod my head looking Black before moving to the stream. My period cramps were severe yesterday, I couldn't move my body.
I didn't know how to explain to them when I started crying in pain in the middle of the night when I got my period.
