Emberwood where did the good people go

Saucy regarded his story with interest and amusement, her eyes widening in a mixture of surprise and concern when he mentioned a cat. Like a big one? Or like a littler one? she asked, looking him over quickly to see if he had any scars she hadn’t yet noticed. There was nothing to indicate a fight that she could see, so he either meant he ran into a kitten, or he was just way more able than she’d originally thought. Either way she was proud of all he’d done, it shone in the sparkle of her eyes.

I’ve done a lot too, I went across a whole mountain range and met a ‘dog’, he was a little bitch so I bit him, that whole encounter was still raw in her memories, how the dog had set her off with a phrase and brought out a seldom seen truly angry side of her. She figured if she played it off like everything was chill as usual, it wouldn’t matter. And it didn’t really, she hadn’t changed any since then. But sometimes she still felt a twinge of guilt, and found herself with her head hung and her mother’s words playing in her head.

None of this showed on her face, Saucy was very good at being happy so that’s what she stuck to. She continued on with a light swing of her hips, mostly I’ve been hanging out in this valley. I thought about settling down here, but I don’t know. I love exploring.