Kick Through The Shackles

Something about having company leaves her brilliantly, amazingly, desperately excited. It's such a good feeling. An amazing feeling. She's alight with it, alive with it, dancing on those quick paws around her new friend. Head tossing wildly, eyes bright. "Real nice to meet you then, Raba." Her tail, in fact, would knock her over if she wasn't moving so much. It actually was, now, important that she continued to dance. Stay young, go dancing, after all. There was a recoil, though, and Selene has to remind herself that it's probably not acceptable to touch strangers. Right. Weird. Strangers are weird.


"Let's go then!" The girl races after her new friend into the water, small and strong. The grace is astonishing until she hits the water, flailing for a moment before getting her bearings with a brilliant bark. Happy. Ever so happy. Silky fur doesn't weigh her down much in the water, making her the most powerful sort of machine. She's lovely. Today, Selene is lovely.


"So what's your thing, what do you do?" The question is poorly phrased, but the starlit is painted with open curiosity. She wants to know about the new friend, she wants to know what happens in this place. Selene is still so new, and she's still so lost. Hell, at this rate she'll always be lost. It happens when you don't stay in one place for long, right?