Whoa Black Betty

Ah, spring. Verdant fields and nooks had replaced the bleak and boring features of the east - and Kanja loved it. This was her first temperate spring. The north had its own kind of spring, sure, and while the temperature warmed and the snow melted in some places, these lower lands went all out. It wasn't a tepid, half-assed spring. No, the snow was gone, the grass was brilliant and green, and the sun on her back was so very warm. She could almost lay out and grow too hot and that by itself was a marvel. Sure, she'd been in Boreas as a small child before they'd traveled back to the homeland, but Kanja remembered little from her time here.

It was invigorating to say the least. It made her want to run and to play, to kick up her heels and frisk around like a bitch in heat. She didn't know if she wanted to fight or to fuck, but she didn't want to waste her vigor on lounging around.

With a groan Kanja rolled to her feet and set off in search of someone or something to entertain her. She was going to have her way one way or another.