Bergamot ran through the woods, mindful of his surroundings, taking note of everything he saw. It was important that he did so because when he returned, Comfrey would interrogate him, in tandem with his Second-in-command, Costmary, worming her way into his mind, and, searching...

"And the quicker the interrogation goes, the sooner Costmary will leave me alone." He thought, and smiled, thinking of Cardamon, who was following his trail. "And the sooner training's done, the longer I can sleep in with Cardamon."  These training exercises were used to hone every soldier's natural abilities; Cardamon's ability was tracking, and she was frighteningly good at it. Bergamot's ability, on the other hand, was his speed, and he was using his speed to evade Cardamon's detection. 142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ09qwdU5H83

"Got you." Bergamot yelped in surprise as he fell, tripping over someone's leg. He hit the ground with a thud, eating dirt. Cardamon chuckled as she stepped out of the shadows, kneeling beside Bergamot. 

"You may be fast, but you make a lot of noise," She murmured, pulling Bergamot into a sitting position. "You need to work on your stealth." She plucked a leaf out of Bergamot's hair. He nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. 142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWvUqiN3Hte