Awakening
Our progress down the mountain was slow, which was entirely my fault. I felt like a new born, my body never doing what I wanted, the way I wanted. It was so frustrating, I either moved to fast, tripped over my own feet and uprooted whole trees, or I put my foot down to hard and crushed boulders to dust, much to Evan’s twisted amusement. He’d said I was quite strong for one so young, that among our kind true strength came with age. Evan was glad to know he’d chosen well, for his first progeny in decades.