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The entrance of the city was vibrant, cries, shouts, laughers. It was so lively and lovely. There were more children here than she ever remembered seeing, both lives combined. In the manor, Annabeth was the only one of her age. Even considering her identity as Lyanna she was still the youngest, so even though she liked those people she actually wanted to try getting along with those her age. It was something she never did in two lifetimes after all. Having friends to talk to and shared adventures with.
Iris brought out the city map from her small bag. Before their outings, though her grandfather had let them go with no destination in mind, Iris had proposed some places for the little miss to choose from and the market was the one she wanted to go to first.
That was because Annabeth didn't really want to visit the countess or some of the nobles around here. Since none of those houses had children anyway, she wasn't really obliged to. And visiting nobles aside, when the hypothesis of tea parties was impossible, there was really little to no amusement for nobles. It would have been better if it was in the capital, at the very least, there would have been entertainment houses. However, now that it was overruled, she could only tour around the market and then toured around the city too. It didn't matter to not have a fixed place to go to. They would walk around, when hungry, would enter one or another restaurant and then continue.
In actual truth, there was no reason to bring out a map other than to just give it to the little miss for every one of her escorts were familiar with the place like the back of their pockets. Iris smiled as she let the little miss guided them, trying her hardest to follow the roads draw on the map. Michel, who knew of many shortcuts that could be taken to go there, still kept his mouth shut, following closely behind the miss and her chambermaid who were disguised as simple citizens. He didn't have an opinion on this outing and it wasn't like his position demand that he had one, he just had to obey orders and as such, he would protect the Duke's granddaughter with his life if need be. He wished he had been deployed that terrible day, instead of being away on a trip. The Duke had done so much for his family, why was it that when the man needed him the most, he wasn't there, the thirty-six years old Michel, captain of knights from the Duke's house, had been unable to rest well ever since the death of his master's family. Maybe, seeing his determination to redeem himself, the Duke had put the little girl under his charge. Holding his sword closer, Michel promised himself that he would see to it that this little miss came back safe and sound.
Under Annabeth's lead, they slowly made their way to the grand market. The stalls from the entrance displayed sweets that Annabeth had never seen and though Iris was reluctant, she did, in the end, pay a bit of everything though emphasizing for the little miss that it wasn't good to eat outside. It wasn't healthy and could give her stomachache. Annabeth had quite the wry smile looking at the glaring vendor while Iris didn't even pretend to care about him at all. It was a bit of a worrying matter too, that Michel stepped forward to ask the vendor to be polite while glaring daggers at the man. The poor person had gone pale and repeatedly apologized, thus, on the first day, there wasn't much to her incognito disguise at all, her coverture exposed too fast before she could do anything. She had to pull Michel and run a few feet ahead, for they were already drawing attention.
Once in a corner, the little girl voice sounded, dejected, looking at the armored man,
"Sir Vals, we're supposed to not attract attention,"
"My apologies, my lady," said the strict man, "but I cannot have anyone disrespect you."
"He wasn't being disrespectful."
"My apologies," he didn't sound apologetic at all. "Shall we continue the strolling?"
The little girl sighed and looking at the crest on his armor which was giving away their identities, she asked,
"Wouldn't it be possible to wear casually, Sir Vals? It is a simple outing after all."
He bowed, "my apologies, but during working hours, our armors are requested."
Annabeth was a little bit dejected. At this rhythm, won't people run away from them if she couldn't talk to them without this tower glaring at them from her back?
Seeing the little miss's dilemma, Iris spoke up to help,
"Sir Vals, this is Rosacrea after all, far from the war zones, wouldn't it be alright to walk with a little less ostentation?"
"My apologies, miss but I can't compromise with the lady's safety."
"But no one knows my face around here. With you wearing like this, so close behind us, isn't it, instead, telling others who to attack?"
"I... this isn't..."
"Just clothes. It's alright to keep the sword."
Michel looked at the little lady who was gazing at him with pleading eyes and relented,
"It should be done as the lady desires."
With a beaming smile, Annabeth replied, "thank you for accommodating my selfishness, Sir Vals."
So, though the first day had been cut short, the next day had been a better experience.
Annabeth felt weird, her heart's beats increased. Her voice was curt as she asked,
The butler didn't realize that something was wrong, his gaze rested on the colorful painting, eyes glued to the young master as he sighed softly,
"...What was his name?"
"... The young master was called... Christopher Derry Delacour."
"Derry" she muttered tasting the name on her tongue.
'Yes, Annabeth?' Asked a boy's voice in her mind.
The poney she was authorized to ride was a short female with a brown dress. Annabeth named it Luce. Luce was patient and well behaved. Just gave it a sugar piece and it would follow you everywhere.
Thomas was a patient instructor too and she was an even more patient student. She did what she was told to and never more. Her grandfather assisted many times at these lessons, after all. Thus, she could only behave. However, after four months, when the basics were firmly grasped and her affinity with her horse was good, it was quite impossible to keep up with her pace on feet. The field in the manor seemed too restrictive now and she wanted to try riding in the outside woods. And more so, she wanted to see the city that was under her grandfather's protection.
Actually, in the forest that was surrounding them, there wasn't any ferocious beast or any human eating one at all but the Duke was afraid she would go missing. So, before her grandfather relented and she was given the right to go, she was forced to be accompanied by two guards, Michel and Kalen, her valet Thomas, and her chambermaid Iris. Though she was given the permission to go on her poney, the carriage was still following closely behind. For the time being, its sole occupant was Iris, Thomas was sitting beside the coachman while the other men were on horseback.
The Green mountain's forest wasn't dense at all. Its trees were far apart from one of the other, making the place easy to navigate in. However, a clear road was already drawn over the years by the previous Dukes, rehabilitated and ameliorate with time and it was the one they used. They slowly made their way to the city.
For the occasion, Annabeth had been dressed simply, in order to not attract unwanted attention. Iris and a guard, Michel, were closely walking by her side while the second guard, Kalen, and Thomas were a bit behind. The coachman was made to rest with the carriage while they toured the city by foot -Annabeth had insisted.
Thomas was a patient instructor too and she was an even more patient student. She did what she was told to and never more. Her grandfather assisted many times at these lessons, after all. Thus, she could only behave. However, after four months, when the basics were firmly grasped and her affinity with her horse was good, it was quite impossible to keep up with her pace on feet. The field in the manor seemed too restrictive now and she wanted to try riding in the outside woods. And more so, she wanted to see the city that was under her grandfather's protection.
Actually, in the forest that was surrounding them, there wasn't any ferocious beast or any human eating one at all but the Duke was afraid she would go missing. So, before her grandfather relented and she was given the right to go, she was forced to be accompanied by two guards, Michel and Kalen, her valet Thomas, and her chambermaid Iris. Though she was given the permission to go on her poney, the carriage was still following closely behind. For the time being, its sole occupant was Iris, Thomas was sitting beside the coachman while the other men were on horseback.
The Green mountain's forest wasn't dense at all. Its trees were far apart from one of the other, making the place easy to navigate in. However, a clear road was already drawn over the years by the previous Dukes, rehabilitated and ameliorate with time and it was the one they used. They slowly made their way to the city.
For the occasion, Annabeth had been dressed simply, in order to not attract unwanted attention. Iris and a guard, Michel, were closely walking by her side while the second guard, Kalen, and Thomas were a bit behind. The coachman was made to rest with the carriage while they toured the city by foot -Annabeth had insisted.
Iris brought out the city map from her small bag. Before their outings, though her grandfather had let them go with no destination in mind, Iris had proposed some places for the little miss to choose from and the market was the one she wanted to go to first.
That was because Annabeth didn't really want to visit the countess or some of the nobles around here. Since none of those houses had children anyway, she wasn't really obliged to. And visiting nobles aside, when the hypothesis of tea parties was impossible, there was really little to no amusement for nobles. It would have been better if it was in the capital, at the very least, there would have been entertainment houses. However, now that it was overruled, she could only tour around the market and then toured around the city too. It didn't matter to not have a fixed place to go to. They would walk around, when hungry, would enter one or another restaurant and then continue.
In actual truth, there was no reason to bring out a map other than to just give it to the little miss for every one of her escorts were familiar with the place like the back of their pockets. Iris smiled as she let the little miss guided them, trying her hardest to follow the roads draw on the map. Michel, who knew of many shortcuts that could be taken to go there, still kept his mouth shut, following closely behind the miss and her chambermaid who were disguised as simple citizens. He didn't have an opinion on this outing and it wasn't like his position demand that he had one, he just had to obey orders and as such, he would protect the Duke's granddaughter with his life if need be. He wished he had been deployed that terrible day, instead of being away on a trip. The Duke had done so much for his family, why was it that when the man needed him the most, he wasn't there, the thirty-six years old Michel, captain of knights from the Duke's house, had been unable to rest well ever since the death of his master's family. Maybe, seeing his determination to redeem himself, the Duke had put the little girl under his charge. Holding his sword closer, Michel promised himself that he would see to it that this little miss came back safe and sound.
Under Annabeth's lead, they slowly made their way to the grand market. The stalls from the entrance displayed sweets that Annabeth had never seen and though Iris was reluctant, she did, in the end, pay a bit of everything though emphasizing for the little miss that it wasn't good to eat outside. It wasn't healthy and could give her stomachache. Annabeth had quite the wry smile looking at the glaring vendor while Iris didn't even pretend to care about him at all. It was a bit of a worrying matter too, that Michel stepped forward to ask the vendor to be polite while glaring daggers at the man. The poor person had gone pale and repeatedly apologized, thus, on the first day, there wasn't much to her incognito disguise at all, her coverture exposed too fast before she could do anything. She had to pull Michel and run a few feet ahead, for they were already drawing attention.
Once in a corner, the little girl voice sounded, dejected, looking at the armored man,
"Sir Vals, we're supposed to not attract attention,"
"My apologies, my lady," said the strict man, "but I cannot have anyone disrespect you."
"He wasn't being disrespectful."
"My apologies," he didn't sound apologetic at all. "Shall we continue the strolling?"
The little girl sighed and looking at the crest on his armor which was giving away their identities, she asked,
"Wouldn't it be possible to wear casually, Sir Vals? It is a simple outing after all."
He bowed, "my apologies, but during working hours, our armors are requested."
Annabeth was a little bit dejected. At this rhythm, won't people run away from them if she couldn't talk to them without this tower glaring at them from her back?
Seeing the little miss's dilemma, Iris spoke up to help,
"Sir Vals, this is Rosacrea after all, far from the war zones, wouldn't it be alright to walk with a little less ostentation?"
"My apologies, miss but I can't compromise with the lady's safety."
"But no one knows my face around here. With you wearing like this, so close behind us, isn't it, instead, telling others who to attack?"
"I... this isn't..."
"Just clothes. It's alright to keep the sword."
Michel looked at the little lady who was gazing at him with pleading eyes and relented,
"It should be done as the lady desires."
With a beaming smile, Annabeth replied, "thank you for accommodating my selfishness, Sir Vals."
So, though the first day had been cut short, the next day had been a better experience.
***
A routine came then in their lives at the manor. In the morning, the young miss would bathe before clothing herself and taking her breakfast with the Duke, after which she would wait for either of her tutors to come. At noon, she would take a break and the time for some tea and pastries before going back to studying. By the time the tutor left it would already be three pm. The miss would then have a short nap -her grandfather insisted-, after which she would complete her homework. By then it would be dinner time. Her weekdays were quite boring in the evening but she couldn't push it more. By the weekends she had more freedom, could mount her poney and was sometimes authorized to go to the city. Though Annabeth still had yet to make a friend there. She was trying. It wasn't really easy with her protectors chasing people who wanted to approach. They were kind people but there was still a margin to the satisfaction of playing alone.
"Good evening, young miss," greeted Iris as she passed Annabeth by the stairs, a bundle of clothes in her hands that she was taking to the washers. "Are you going to sleep already?"
Annabeth pursed her lips. It was only eight pm. She really didn't want to.
"Grandfather said I could have until eight and a half."
"Is that so? Then don't stay too late. Your clothes are already on the hanger-"
"Don't worry, I know."
And Annabeth hastily left, before Iris could waste more of her hard-won thirty minutes. Not that she knew what exactly she was going to do with them. It was such a short amount of time. She thought about that book in the library she saw the morning when been tutored by Sir Wild. It could make for a bedtime story. As such, her feet brought her to the library.
Inside, she saw that there was actually the head butler, sir Jake Willis. He was hanging on the wall some paints. For a time now, Annabeth had realized that the place used to have some paintings here and there, the traces left by the frames of the paintings were really obvious, but she never got a specific answer to her questions and it had been months now. She just summarized that they didn't want to tell her and never pushed it. After all, even her grandfather had evaded the subject.
"Miss Annabeth," the head butler acknowledged the little girl as he finished putting the last painting on. Annabeth nodded to him before looking at the painting he just hung, mesmerized.
It was a little boy holding a girl in his arm. The boy was, at most, six, the girl seemed younger but her face wasn't turned over here, rather, she was looking up, only showing her moth of red hair to those looking at the painting. The boy was sitting on a bed of flowers, the garden seemed to be that of the manor of Rosacrea. He had dark blond hair, forest green eyes and was fixing his gaze, looking helplessly, at the younger child in his arms. The girl on his lap seemed more like a bundle of white cloth, covering herself from toe to shoulder with a white sheet but the short red-haired head was peeking out and a small hand was stretched, touching the older child's nose.
"Good evening, young miss," greeted Iris as she passed Annabeth by the stairs, a bundle of clothes in her hands that she was taking to the washers. "Are you going to sleep already?"
Annabeth pursed her lips. It was only eight pm. She really didn't want to.
"Grandfather said I could have until eight and a half."
"Is that so? Then don't stay too late. Your clothes are already on the hanger-"
"Don't worry, I know."
And Annabeth hastily left, before Iris could waste more of her hard-won thirty minutes. Not that she knew what exactly she was going to do with them. It was such a short amount of time. She thought about that book in the library she saw the morning when been tutored by Sir Wild. It could make for a bedtime story. As such, her feet brought her to the library.
Inside, she saw that there was actually the head butler, sir Jake Willis. He was hanging on the wall some paints. For a time now, Annabeth had realized that the place used to have some paintings here and there, the traces left by the frames of the paintings were really obvious, but she never got a specific answer to her questions and it had been months now. She just summarized that they didn't want to tell her and never pushed it. After all, even her grandfather had evaded the subject.
"Miss Annabeth," the head butler acknowledged the little girl as he finished putting the last painting on. Annabeth nodded to him before looking at the painting he just hung, mesmerized.
It was a little boy holding a girl in his arm. The boy was, at most, six, the girl seemed younger but her face wasn't turned over here, rather, she was looking up, only showing her moth of red hair to those looking at the painting. The boy was sitting on a bed of flowers, the garden seemed to be that of the manor of Rosacrea. He had dark blond hair, forest green eyes and was fixing his gaze, looking helplessly, at the younger child in his arms. The girl on his lap seemed more like a bundle of white cloth, covering herself from toe to shoulder with a white sheet but the short red-haired head was peeking out and a small hand was stretched, touching the older child's nose.
Annabeth felt weird, her heart's beats increased. Her voice was curt as she asked,
“Was this my brother?”
The butler didn't realize that something was wrong, his gaze rested on the colorful painting, eyes glued to the young master as he sighed softly,
“Yes... you were playing hide and seek... The painting was drawn by your mother, the Grand Duchess herself...”, he whispered softly for himself, "a pity.... what a pity." He was such a promising young man.
"...What was his name?"
"... The young master was called... Christopher Derry Delacour."
"Derry" she muttered tasting the name on her tongue.
'Yes, Annabeth?' Asked a boy's voice in her mind.
She felt more and more uncomfortable and short of breath. Tears started streaming down her cheeks before it even registered to her that her eyes were tingling. In her mind, she could hear children's waves of laughter. She moaned softly, her head started to throb. This time, the butler could finally see that she wasn't well and called out to her, but she didn't answer, holding her painful head. She could hear a woman's voice shouting at her to run away; another's voice, a child's one, swearing to protect her. Her heart was in pain. The butler had already held her in his arm while shouting for the servants to call the physician. However, that whole commotion didn't register to Annabeth yet.
She slowly lost consciousness, muttering softly, "Derry."
Once she woke up, the first person she saw was her grandfather. He seemed to have aged since the last short hours she didn't see him. Seeing her awake, he rung the little bell in his hand and a short minute later, Iris accompanied by doctor Merry entered the room. He examined her for a short bit and when it was ascertained that she had no physical illness, he wrote a simple prescription and left. Before going though, he asked to talk to the Duke alone.
"Don't force her memories," he advised, "her mind is not yet willing to remember, it's best to leave her alone for the time being and not stimulated her more than that."
Meanwhile, left alone Annabeth or rather Lyanna wondered what happened, absentmindedly touching her chest. It had hurt so much. Those voices, were they from the real body's occupant mother and brother? That girl must have adored them if even without her soul in this body, it could react like this. Her love for them had been ingrained into her very flesh and blood. Did her soul leave her body once she understood that they died in that "accident" that claimed her memories?
She slowly lost consciousness, muttering softly, "Derry."
***
Once she woke up, the first person she saw was her grandfather. He seemed to have aged since the last short hours she didn't see him. Seeing her awake, he rung the little bell in his hand and a short minute later, Iris accompanied by doctor Merry entered the room. He examined her for a short bit and when it was ascertained that she had no physical illness, he wrote a simple prescription and left. Before going though, he asked to talk to the Duke alone.
"Don't force her memories," he advised, "her mind is not yet willing to remember, it's best to leave her alone for the time being and not stimulated her more than that."
Meanwhile, left alone Annabeth or rather Lyanna wondered what happened, absentmindedly touching her chest. It had hurt so much. Those voices, were they from the real body's occupant mother and brother? That girl must have adored them if even without her soul in this body, it could react like this. Her love for them had been ingrained into her very flesh and blood. Did her soul leave her body once she understood that they died in that "accident" that claimed her memories?
After that episode, the Duke wanted just one thing, to distract her as much as possible so that she didn't talk or even think about her missing family members. This time, going to town became his orders and not her pleas.
"Go and let her play" he has said to the servants. However, what were they supposed to let her play with? That, they didn't know.
"Go and let her play" he has said to the servants. However, what were they supposed to let her play with? That, they didn't know.
"What do children my age usually do?" Asked Annabeth once they were in town. This was a question that she really had no answer for her last lifetime, she was always bedridden and had no friend beside her family. Well, none that wasn't contactable via the internet.
It was then that they saw a spectacle. The artists were children and they were making a theatre. Later, as the public clapped and asked for more, Annabeth said that she too wanted to participate. Iris had a complicated look then. Actually, this play was made by the town's orphanage. They usually played once every month to raise some funds and the actors were precisely children of the orphanage or volunteers.
It didn't lower Annabeth's spirit at all. Instead, she said that then, it would be the first place where she would be making friends. So, she was brought to the orphanage, to know children her age.
The orphanage had been built by her family and the Duke allocated some funds to it. It was also helped by the population's donation and from time to time, to raise their funds, they would hold spectacles like the one Annabeth had assisted.
Compared to the Duke's manor, the place was small but if seen through the town's eyes, then it was the biggest construction of commoners. Even if they weren't swimming in gold, they weren't starving either. Annabeth didn't know what she expected, maybe a decrepit place, skinny and malnourished children, mean adults, dirt everywhere. However, she was happy to be wrong. Really, she had just read too much nonsense stories.
The place was a little isolated from the rest of the city and closer to the forest. A flower garden was being maintained around it, tulips, yellow and white decorated it and welcomed visitors.
When they came, the small group constituted of Iris, Michel and Annabeth were welcome to the small saloon. The director, a short and fat middle-aged man, was the one who talked with them.
He was smiling from ear to ear as he talked about the place.
As of present apparently, the orphanage housed thirty-seven children, ages ranging from five to sixteen, with twelve adults to take care of them. Between those adults, some were teachers, some were cleaners and workers and some volunteers.
The director was more than just happy, that the Duke's granddaughter decided to become a volunteer too. Though she wouldn't be helping with tasks, it didn't matter, her mere presence was more than enough. Their small theater could gain an addition of actress of high nobility.
Annabeth started to go there every Sundays. The Duke had been willing to allocate them more fund should they accommodate his granddaughter during some hours per week. Annabeth was a bit awkward at first before letting go and playing with them. Who cared if she was a teenager in her mind, she was still in a child’s body and she was set on making up for all the joys of her life she missed!
The orphanage had been built by her family and the Duke allocated some funds to it. It was also helped by the population's donation and from time to time, to raise their funds, they would hold spectacles like the one Annabeth had assisted.
Compared to the Duke's manor, the place was small but if seen through the town's eyes, then it was the biggest construction of commoners. Even if they weren't swimming in gold, they weren't starving either. Annabeth didn't know what she expected, maybe a decrepit place, skinny and malnourished children, mean adults, dirt everywhere. However, she was happy to be wrong. Really, she had just read too much nonsense stories.
The place was a little isolated from the rest of the city and closer to the forest. A flower garden was being maintained around it, tulips, yellow and white decorated it and welcomed visitors.
When they came, the small group constituted of Iris, Michel and Annabeth were welcome to the small saloon. The director, a short and fat middle-aged man, was the one who talked with them.
He was smiling from ear to ear as he talked about the place.
As of present apparently, the orphanage housed thirty-seven children, ages ranging from five to sixteen, with twelve adults to take care of them. Between those adults, some were teachers, some were cleaners and workers and some volunteers.
The director was more than just happy, that the Duke's granddaughter decided to become a volunteer too. Though she wouldn't be helping with tasks, it didn't matter, her mere presence was more than enough. Their small theater could gain an addition of actress of high nobility.
Annabeth started to go there every Sundays. The Duke had been willing to allocate them more fund should they accommodate his granddaughter during some hours per week. Annabeth was a bit awkward at first before letting go and playing with them. Who cared if she was a teenager in her mind, she was still in a child’s body and she was set on making up for all the joys of her life she missed!
Their Sundays' activities' range was quite large from collecting fruits and mushrooms to learning sewing. At first, Annabeth hadn't really been welcomed. After all, she was a newcomer but the director was full of praises to her even though it was her first time playing as an actress and she had failed to transmit the right emotions. One had to remember that the director was quite strict on them. But their contradictions eased with time.
When Annabeth first came, the director' bitch was full and a couple weeks later, four pups were born. She got to keep one. It was all white with round golden eyes. A really cute little dog. It was the kind of dog which wouldn't grow tall and would stay small, not really one to use for protection but merrily as a pet. Every single day since bringing it back home after it was weaned, it would sleep on her bed, curling by her stomach.
There weren’t supposed to be dangerous things in the forest. Having taken the road for many times now, Annabeth knew that. But the high pitched whines alerted her knights and in no time, everyone was in their stances, swords were drawn, ready to fight. They wanted to usher the little miss in the carriage but after a time and hearing the whines turn into whistling, she couldn't help but think that this was at most, the sound of a hurt animal. Thus, sir Mills went to check while sir Vals came closer to better protect her. After a short while, Annabeth was proven right for, effectively, Kalen who went to look for the sound's origin, came back with a tuff of black and green fur. Though the knight seemed to have cleaned it before bringing it to her view, Annabeth could still see specks of red, reminiscent of blood. And more so, she could recognize its smell.
"A karva" sighed Kalen Mills. "Its mother is already dead."
"Give it to me," said Annabeth and the knight bowed but shook his head.
"It's not an innocent animal miss but a dangerous one."
"Which shouldn't be in these regions at all," butted Iris. "Aren't those found in the pasture of Rozengal? What is it doing here?"
The incident had been reported to the Duke and for a time, Annabeth was prohibited from going out. It became something dangerous. However, the little animal that the knights had given to the Duke was now given to Annabeth but she was told that should she failed to domesticate it, at the first sign of danger, the animal would be killed. Really ruthless.
Holding the small thing that was whining softly in her arms while licking her fingers, Annabeth believed that so long as she tried her best, it would certainly behave.
That little animal had a black fur with deep green spots here and there. Its eyes were a deeper green with dark swirling inside. Its fur was delicate and soft to touch, even softer than that of her little dog, Ylis. As she stroke it, it purred softly, really like a feline. She named it Yza.
Since then, Annabeth was the child she never had the chance to be.
When Annabeth first came, the director' bitch was full and a couple weeks later, four pups were born. She got to keep one. It was all white with round golden eyes. A really cute little dog. It was the kind of dog which wouldn't grow tall and would stay small, not really one to use for protection but merrily as a pet. Every single day since bringing it back home after it was weaned, it would sleep on her bed, curling by her stomach.
***
There weren’t supposed to be dangerous things in the forest. Having taken the road for many times now, Annabeth knew that. But the high pitched whines alerted her knights and in no time, everyone was in their stances, swords were drawn, ready to fight. They wanted to usher the little miss in the carriage but after a time and hearing the whines turn into whistling, she couldn't help but think that this was at most, the sound of a hurt animal. Thus, sir Mills went to check while sir Vals came closer to better protect her. After a short while, Annabeth was proven right for, effectively, Kalen who went to look for the sound's origin, came back with a tuff of black and green fur. Though the knight seemed to have cleaned it before bringing it to her view, Annabeth could still see specks of red, reminiscent of blood. And more so, she could recognize its smell.
"A karva" sighed Kalen Mills. "Its mother is already dead."
"Give it to me," said Annabeth and the knight bowed but shook his head.
"It's not an innocent animal miss but a dangerous one."
"Which shouldn't be in these regions at all," butted Iris. "Aren't those found in the pasture of Rozengal? What is it doing here?"
The incident had been reported to the Duke and for a time, Annabeth was prohibited from going out. It became something dangerous. However, the little animal that the knights had given to the Duke was now given to Annabeth but she was told that should she failed to domesticate it, at the first sign of danger, the animal would be killed. Really ruthless.
Holding the small thing that was whining softly in her arms while licking her fingers, Annabeth believed that so long as she tried her best, it would certainly behave.
That little animal had a black fur with deep green spots here and there. Its eyes were a deeper green with dark swirling inside. Its fur was delicate and soft to touch, even softer than that of her little dog, Ylis. As she stroke it, it purred softly, really like a feline. She named it Yza.
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