Cedar Sweep From the wight lying in the barrow

Growing up was by no means easy. Being a headstrong teenager, who felt as if her knew everything there was to know about the world, did not make things easier either. Though in Wraen's presence he was able to keep his temper within reins, there were days like these, when even that was a great struggle. Especially, when an activity he thoroughly enjoyed, failed to bring forth desired results as quickly and effortlessly as he would have wished to.

He felt keenly that Wraen was less patient with him than usual, which made him even more annoyed, but before the kettle had a chance to boil over, it was - metaphorically speaking - knocked off the stove. He followed Sovereign's lead and soon not only saw Niamh in the distance (which reminded him that he had to act cool and collected in front of his no-nonesense aunt), but also caught sight of deer. His face lit up in anticipation. He had wished for something bigger. And they were going on a hunt. With the capital H.

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