Mess

ALARIC

The day went by. Somewhat roughly, and somewhat smoothly. Viviana was happy. She kept chirping about how the Pack was so great, the people were friendly, and the five elements were so fresh in the Samara Plateau.

“I am amazed that even with recent technology, this place isn’t polluted.” She said snuggling close to me. She chose to stay with me in my room saying that it was the largest one in the whole packhouse and she liked the morning breeze through that glass window.

Well as long as she wants to! It’s not like I ever objected.

“So, what’s that?” I asked. My fingers played with her hair. She smelled so great. As always. Honey, rum, and freesia.

“What's what?” Viviana perked up with a questioning look in her eyes.

“I know you don’t need a hypnotist, Viv. So, what is it that had been bothering you? You even lied to dad. You didn’t tell me?” I said. My words