Juno
The branches creaked under her steps, and still, she moved forward. Every story she had heard screamed at her to come back, but something stronger was pushing her forward. "You're not very good at following someone," said a voice behind her. He turned suddenly. There it was. Leaning against the trunk of a tree, as if he had always been there, watching her. Elegant even in shadows, with that light smile that didn't quite reveal whether it was mockery or curiosity.
About Juno
The branches creaked under her steps, and still, she moved forward. Every story she had heard screamed at her to come back, but something stronger was pushing her forward. "You're not very good at following someone," said a voice behind her. He turned suddenly. There it was. Leaning against the trunk of a tree, as if he had always been there, wa...Read more