Northstar Vale Astéria

The willingness of Zulema was appreciated. Antigone did not let her know, but he silently admired that she was so willing to step away from their safe little home and into the unknown of the dark. The world seemed different at night. It was almost like it was a different place. The small paths he had carved during the daylight were foreign, unfamiliar things.

Where she was noisy, Antigone was quiet. Each of his steps was made lightly. He moved like a rogue, precise, nearly obsessive. The steps that he took were planned. It would have been an impressive thing if he wasn’t using it to sneak away from his parents. With Zulema at his side, there would be little trouble that would find them.

They were only going to see the frogs.

Yeah, let’s see the frogs, he agreed. One glance over his shoulder with ears perked, Antigone checked to make sure their father wasn’t following.