FREYA
A fox! A snow-white beautiful creature with eyes like finest diamonds standing on the edge of the forest. It looks at me and it feels so familiar! So familiar that I stand up and run to it. The animal sprints deep into the woods.
“Wait!” I shout to it as I follow the animal.
“Freya, what is going on?!” Desmond runs after me.
My long dress is uncomfortable to run in, so I lift it up looking for the fox.
“A fox! An arctic fox!” I mumble as I stop. I don’t see anyone anymore, “It was right here!”
“Arctic fox?” Desmond looks at me, clearly startled by my behaviour, “What’s arctic?”
I sober up quickly at his question. I should keep my mouth shut about things like this! This is the second time today that my tongue slipped and I gave myself away. Who knows what will
