Intent, intent, intent!

Ray was finding life so much more amusing with mortar in the pack and in her life. She found great pleasure in leading him around and into the mouth of trouble. He was someone so new he didn't yet know not to believe a word she said, and that meant there was so much potential! She hummed and skipped along the Prairie as she tried to think of another story to tell him. She had run out of one's told to her that she could work on and make more exciting. From now on any story she gave would be wholly of her own creation. Turns out starting from scratch was so much more difficult.

Maybe that was why she sought out voltage, if someone said stories or fun he was the first uncle that came instantly to mind. Of course, she didn't have his power for finding people, but then. .. well... she remembered something he had said. She needed only to say his name with intent and he would know she sought him and he would come. She had gotten so distracted with the thousand other thoughts buzzing in her mind that she forgotten this little tidbit. Eager now to try it out she found shelter from the sun under a cozy large tree, settling her back against the bark she out all of her concentration into the thought. In fact, she was looking before her so intently she ended up seeing her muzzle and going cross eyes. "Voltage! " she said, putting all the intent she could muster into that one word.