You got me good

Iskra wondered for a moment how long it would be before Dragon grew tired of calling her name and chasing her around the territory as she ran about leaving Chaos in her wake. Hopefully he had enough energy and determination to keep up with her antics. Maybe, if he was suuuper lucky, she might consider toning it down slightly. Maybe. "Now there's a job I can get behind," she declared with a smirk. Hell, she could totally make some excellent festivals. Okay, they might end up mostly parties, but they'd be fun, mark her words!

When he froze, Iskra stiffened, narrowing her eyes and remaining unmoving for a bit as they stared each other down and Dragon seemed to go blank. She almost fell for it and began to wonder if something was amiss when he would suddenly leap towards her. The red, starry fae tried to dodge to one side but simply didn't react quickly enough. Her expression quickly morphed into one of determination as she shouted after him, "Oh, I'm gunna get you, Dragon! Watch out!" already sprinting after him as fast as her white swirled legs would allow her to travel. Zipping after him, she tried to catch up and reached out to tag back several times but missed by quite a ways. After her first few attempts, Iskra would pick up more speed and fake a lunge towards his shoulder, allowing herself to low slightly so she could make a real attempt to catch the end of his tail in her teeth, ensuring her grip would be gentle but unmistakable. Then she would twirl on her heels and strike off, bouncing off or stones and loping through the long grasses, laughing wildly all the way.