Artemisia Matthew is working on a sculpture. His stained clothes make him look like he escaped some secret fantasy of mine. I stare drooling a bit too long before his chuckle gets me to finally force out something. “Didn’t you want to have breakfast?” I ask as he rubs his hands clean with a rug.
And he doesn’t look happy. Concentrated, sweaty, and incredibly hot, but not happy. With a deep sigh, I decide to not push my luck, and continue to walk down the hallways. Finally reaching the dining hall, I find it completely empty, which doesn’t surprise me at all. As I start rumbling throu
Artemisia Getting through the day without having my mates talking to me, and Daisy wanting to make sure I ate right, was an absolute nightmare. I still don’t know how I managed to get through it as I finally got the plan from Cayden for today’s activities and had an excuse to shake off Daisy bef
“Oh, the pleasure is all ours, Missy,” the elder teacher says in a melodic voice. “I’m Astrid, I’m the director of our little daycare, and this is Celeste. She is the main teacher as she works full-time, but we have other teachers that help out periodically.” “That is wonderful,” I gloat, shaking
Artemisia The pups are all awfully cute. But also awfully exhausting. I get to experience their energy firsthand as after dragging me through the house to see all the rooms and after getting shown all the appliances, I get invited to play different games. Fun, fun. But so exhausting. At l
Oh, they are so cute. I’m going to die. Emma is fast to run to my side and takes my hand confidently. I giggle, caressing her hair as we start walking around the pack lands leisurely. The children are chatting happily, and Astrid as well as Celeste can show me where some places are situated and
Artemisia “It’s lovely to see that you are getting along again.” I’ve just stumbled back onto the gravel path after tearing myself out of his arms with the last resolve I could find, as Celeste comments on our encounter happily. I don’t want to let the rumour spread about how fucked up it reall
Shaking my head, I feel like a tentacle wrapping around my heart. “This is just awful.” She nods, agreeing with me before we fall silent. The gravel scrunches underneath our shoes, and I listen to the little children blabbering happily as we continue to walk along the river. "To answer your qu