Lost Creek Hollow I'm such a romantic,

Aerasha could only tilt her head questionignly to the other side at his saying toward the sea. Sharp teeth? Never having even been to the beach she really didn't know of it's dangers. It seemed just like water, the streams and rivers, fish were so delicate and delicious, she couldn't see how dangerous they would be.

Though with the topic moved, the Princess forgot about it, "Ohhhhh," she didn't have too many ask about it, despite the obvious looks of interests. The only one who did ask, as Jaylen, "I was playing with a beaarrr. He wasn't friendly.~" She vividly remembered the other noble-kids promising of play, and lured her so into the den of a beast. However, he was not like Jaylen the bear who hugged Aerasha, but a monster with claws and fangs. Everything was said nonchalantly. 

She still loved bears.

"It jus never seemed to heaaal." Yet, no matter how much time had passed, her scar never healed. It was a wonder, especially so she couldn't feel what had happened that day. Apparently gruesome, so it was described, but she only remembered being thrown, and rendered with bedrest.