Nero didn’t look back as he headed away from the gathering, feeling sick and trying not to let it show on the walk to Kyra’s tree. He just looked angry, his ears pulled back, his whole body tense as he walked, giving him a stiff-legged posture. He’d keep to Kyra’s side and let her set the pace. He wasn’t trying to get anywhere fast.
Following his parents and the Empress had been a game of sorts, at least at first. He’d thought that hearing the adults speak amongst themselves would be interesting. He hadn’t known that it would feel him with a troubling mix of feelings for which he had no name, causing his chest to tighten and his head to spin with the implications. He’d never expected to learn that his family was in danger, that they were being hunted. He’d never expected to learn that they would be leaving home.
None of it made sense to him. Nero replayed the conversation in his head, trying to remember everything he’d overheard, but it was hard to remember words and concepts that he didn’t fully understand.
He could see the tree ahead. The wind ruffled his fur, bringing with it the faint, faint scent of fox. He didn’t even lift his head, ignoring the smell entirely.
Feb 01, 2018 11:55 PM
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