You stomp over to the field she always hides at, your footsteps making heavy thuds, crushing flowers and shrubs, you weren’t built for stealth. As her guardian you were meant to be intimidating. Aurora was sitting in a tree sleeping, her peaceful face covered in scratches and dirt, she’d been fighting again… or training to fight. She fell out of the tree, still asleep. She’d cut her hair short! With a knife no less! Her father wouldn’t be happy. She stirred and rolls over.
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