Larksong Grotto bitter sweat and circumstance

Marble was old enough to leave the mountain alone. She was in no need of a chaperone, which is why she was not pleased to hear someone creep up from behind. Her head whipped towards the stranger, but her eyes did not stay on him for long. The screech of a seagull stole her attention (a grating sound) and she looked back just as it took to the sky.

The girl gasped before turning back to the man. It was bad enough he’d followed her here, now he’d gone on and ruined her study. Marble puffed out her chest, glared and huffed. She’d never been so angry in her life.

And he dare call this a hunt? How stupid. She rapidly shook her head. Stupid boy. Why are boys always so stupid?