Clementine:
The faun was unlike anything I had seen in real life, something I must have heard from my stepmother during storytimes. Her storytimes used to be diabolic, at least for me. It was her way of trying to scare me, but it angered her when I ended up liking those stories even more. I was always the type to adapt instead of getting scared away.
Or maybe that was the only way I could survive in a world full of people who didn't like me.
"Don't make a noise," he whispered right into my ear, and I knew exactly who it was.
I just did not expect Troy to save me and stop me from getting into trouble. The faun walked on its goat-like legs, playing the flute while tearing up.
That little companion Ian had mentioned turned out to be a chameleon sleeping on his shoulder.
He played the flute and walked steadily while Troy quickly covered my ears after removing his hand from my lips.
