Evermoor

Chapter Two

--A/N: Okay. So I went back and read the first chapter... It was pretty bad. At some point I'll revise it, but for now I'm just going to promise to write a much better chapter two--

At the moment Reeve was extremely happy. She was known to be childish, so this was expected. The Snowflake ceremony was in about a week and this year her mother was letting her go to the Snow Festival that was being held in Brivey, alone. She was also very excited to see her friends. Ironically they all lived in the other sects.

Reeve loved Fall, but she loved Winter even more. Wolfordans had one special trait to them. Like all the other sects, Wolfordans could turn into a certain magical being as a part of their blood. Wolfordans could turn into Centaurs.

The reason Reeve loved winter is because the marshes she lived in froze up because of the freezing cold wheather. This let the people from her village ice skate in their centaurian forms. She could also give her friends a ride on her back when she went to Brivey. Her mother was overly cautious, so in past years that never happened.

At the moment Reeve was packing for her trip to Brivey. Suddenly she heard her mother call her from the living room.

"Coming," Reeve shouted. She ran lightly down the winding, wooden, uneven stairs. When she reached the bottom she saw Mr. and Mrs. Brom talking to another couple in her shared home.

She had to admit it was probably a little weird to some of the other sects for people to share homes but that's just how it was in Wolford. This brought the villagers closer together.

"Are you packed?" Reeve's mother asked, a bit frazzled.

"I was," Reeve told her, motioning to the rickety stairs.

"Oh, well at least you're doing better than Rowan. He can't find some of his things." Okay, so Reeve wasn't exactly going alone. Her mother just wasn't coming along. But it was the closest she could get to freedom.

Rowan was Mr. and Mrs. Brom's son. He was fifteen and a little bit of a brat. They seldom talked to each other because he was such a priss and she annoyed him. His parents felt that he needed to get out of the house and fend for himself for a little while. And what better way to do that than stick him on an expidition with Reeve?

"Well, finish packing. Rowan shouldn't take too long and Roley has been packed forever," Reeve's mother told her, she messed around a little with Reeve's bright red hair before turning around to go sit next to Mrs. Brom. Mrs. Brom talked comforting words to Reeve's mother telling her that Reeve, Rowan, and Roley would be fine and that they'd look out for each other.

Reeve bounced up the stairs to finish packing. She was almost done when Rowan came bursting through the door. Fearing it was her mother, Reeve quickly threw what she had been holding under her bed.

"Reeve, did you take my sketching book?" Rowan asked. He had his hands on his hips and looked very very mad.

Reeve scoffed at the accusation,"Please. Why would I take it? It's not like I have a use for it anyways. What makes you think I can draw?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Reeve was really small for a fourteen year old and Rowan was really tall for a fifteen year old. So when he towered over her it took every shred of guts she had to not look intimidated.