She jogged from the room, the others following. Tempest thought to herself that this wasn’t so bad so far. She didn’t know why the others were so anxious. Were they just not used to being talked to in such a stern way? Then again, she thought with a small sigh, probably not. Many of them looked young, probably barely into adulthood. Probably never heard a raised voice in their lives. Ponies lead such pampered lives.
I get the feeling that I'm going to enjoy the whole story.
I get the feeling that I'm going to enjoy the whole story.
I liked this chapter.