Walking (Ciar)

Matthew needed some fresh air to clear his mind he was starting to feel restrained within the walls he had been frustrated for a little bit as well he felt the stress of being the Highmasters' son getting to him though many people would love to have their dad as the head of the school the truth was that he felt that some of the professors made sure that he worked harder and did his best no matter what he did.

Sighing a little he lowered himself on a rock he rolled his jeans up and removed his shoes and let the water wash over his feet he began to feel his frustration leave his body slowly and he relaxed a little bit. For the first time he did not feel the pressure of being a student and the Highmasters' son.
Everything felt like it should for a boy his age.

Standing up he picked up his shoes and walked along the waters edge he wanted to find some adventure something to take away the boredom that he felt every day except for the hours when he was with Stella.

"No fair, Phelan," Ciar shouted as she raced out of the woods after her wolf familiar. It had started as a simple run through the woods but the wolf had thrown a toothy grin over his shoulder and sped up, leaving the teen lagging by a good twenty feet. Bursting from the leafy bushes out into the open Ciar didn't see the boy walking along the water until Phelan went into a flying leap and toppled him into the water.

Slowing her pace the Irish teen ran a hand over her face in exasperation. That wolf was going to get her into trouble some day. Jogging over to the boy she swore under her breath when she realized it was the highmaster's kid. "Just my luck," Ciar muttered. Glaring at the wolf playing in the shallows ten feet away she said to the boy, "You aren't hurt, are you?"