The weather was perfect for a hunt, Kit thought to herself as she made it out to the stables to pet Frick and find her horse. There were soft, fluffy clouds up above her head, and the sky was a serene azure shade of blue, not unlike her eyes. It looked like there would be no rain, despite the stormy season approaching, and Kit was certain her mother would be pleased to see she would not have to postpone her first extravagant contest of the Choosing.