Boartusk Heights October skies

Well why can we not go now? Nymphora pressed the issue further, undeterred by the regurgitation of a fact she knew well. Mother decided everything. A scowl still pressed itself to the girls features and her speckled tail thrashed as it echoed her upset; her entitlement could do a great many things in the future, but as of now, it served her very little and frustrated her even more. 

What could be out there that's so important that it occupied nearly all of father's time?

The dangers of the world were lost on her. The extent of the injustices she'd had to face were largely simple spats with her siblings. She believed her teeth were the solution to every problem she came upon; and did not lack for confidence. She fancied herself.. well..

Untouchable. After all, who would dare?

She stared down the maid. Reducing her in her mind. Just itching to bark out a command, like mother.