Kingdom of Ash

Rushing, light steps sounded around the
corner, and the guard turned toward them.
“What is it?” the man demanded.
The approaching servant didn’t check his
pace. “Who knows these days with the
company we keep? I’m not lingering to find
out.” Then the man hurried on, rushing past
Dorian.
Not rushing toward something, but away.
Dorian’s whiskers flicked as he scented the
air. Nothing.
Waiting in a hallway would do no good.
But to plunge ahead, to seek out whatever
might be happening ... Not wise, either.
There was one place he might hear
something. Where people were always
gossiping, even at Morath.
So Dorian ventured back down the hall.
Down another set of stairs, his little legs
barely able to move fast enough. Toward the