Do Tell?

Thalia:

The soft scratching of my toes echoed through the vent shaft as my tiny heart fluttered wildly inside my panting chest, scurrying as quickly as these damn short legs could take me. The grand wrought-iron vent grate appeared, jumping smoothly over the vent shaft dropping down into the cellar slowing my steps as Malachai's study appeared. Sniffing the air as my whiskers vibrated softly agai