Stavanger Bay the thief and the moon

when she heard the call she took off towards the midland, her tail swinging behind her. she was nervous-- for some reason-- but she tried not to let it get the best of her. maybe she was just afraid of disappointing ford-- or failing so terribly that she was just beyond teachable. she didn't think that that would be a problem... after all, her father was their wocha. beyond that, she knew that two of her siblings were training to be gone. she had it in her, somewhere, but oh... she so greatly resembled her sweet, delicate mother. she wondered what portia was doing now...

she approached swiftly, her gait slowing as she came upon him. her head dipped in a respectful greeting, her tail still waving. "good morning, ford," she greeted softly. 

i couldn't find if u mentioned a time so. hi it's morning.