When Catrin woke up in the morning she knew automatically where she was going. It was her last day as a completely free woman. What better way to spend it than with the guys? She pulled on a pair of trousers and a white tunic with a rough leather over vest. She slipped into a pair of boots and pulled her hair to the side before she added a leather cap, sneaking down the stairs. She looked like some peanant in all truth, despite the crystal bracelet she wore on her left wrist. She grabbed her bow and arrows from her father's armory, sneaking out the garden doors. She jumped the maze of hedges, running towards the barn. Astor flew above, landing on her shoulder. She quickly read Alexander's letter, slipping it into her pocket for safe keeping as she climbed up into the barn rafters, creeping over to three stacks of moving hay.
"I LIKE CHICKENS!" She screamed at the top of her head, screaming when all three idiots shot out of bed and right at her in a tired anger. She dropped off the rafter, hanging on while the three guys crashed into the hay below. She chuckled and pulled herself up, sticking her tongue out at the guy. "Okay, enough playing around, lets go. Come on! You three promised me!" The three guys groaned, sitting up and searching for their stuff.
After everyone had got their hunting gear together and Travis had let Catrin have a cape like him and the guys they head out, Catrin riding her beautiful black horse. It was probably only six, which was probably why the guys were so angry and tired. "I love you guys," she smiled innocently, getting glares and 'yeah yeah's in reply. She laughed loudly, gently tapping her horse in the side, shooting out of the barn. Her friends, Travis, Grayson, and Devon trotted after her on their own horses, all heading into the forest.
It was late afternoon when Catrin saw her father's hawk, Noble, fly above, dropping his letter in midair. It drifted down gently, Astor swooping by it and down to Catrin, the letter in his beak.
Catrin,
Your father and I demand that you come home. You've missed breakfast and lunch due to your gallivanting around the forest with the help. I recently got word that the Terrwyn will be arriving shortly. I know I said tomorrow, but obviously I was wrong.
Hurry home now,
Your mother
Catrin rolled her eyes, pulling the small buck she recently killed onto the back of her horse, tying the sack of other kills onto the side of her horse, who huffed angrily. "Guys, we've got to head back." Catrin shouted, her friends rejoining her soon after, their own kills hanging in a bag on both sides of their horses.
They all four started back towards the kingdom. As they neared the road Grayson's horse, Magi, stopped ears pricked. "Do you guys hear that?" Grayson asked. Catrin listened for a moment, hearing the jingle of bells.
"Sounds like someone important," Travis rolled his eyes, making Catrin chuckle. "Or a band of rogues."
"Ah oh well, come on, my mother's expecting me," she mocked her mother's voice, receiving laughter from her friends as they crossed the road.
As they crossed the wide road the jingling got louder, accompanied by hoof beats. "Stop right there!" A voice called. Catrin looked to her left, seeing a group of people all on white horses. She cocked and eyebrow, backing Jet, her horse up slowly. These were Terrwyn's weren't they. God, were all the guards young? She couldn't even tell which was the prince. Oh well, they'd all think that Catrin was a peasant, like her friends. She was dressed like one other that her bracelet. They were probably going to ask her which way the kingdom was. She was going to have fun with this.
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