Down Memory Lane, Part 4

In a month, she learned how to balance on her talons. Walk, hop, sprint... up and down steps too.

By three, there was not a room in the estate that could elude her curiosity nor her tiny legs.

Sometimes she'd mess up, sometimes there were certain places her stubbornness and tenacity could never reach.

For those certain unreachable places, it's a common sight to find a little smidgen of scorched black on the walls and the floors, maybe even scratch marks here and there.

Or maybe, as it was usually the case, you'll see both. She was admittedly quick to lose her temper.

She eventually realized that in these places her feet never touched - they all had one single thing in common.

They were always too high up.