The little tyke was learning just how fun it was to burst into an open run, and eat up the ground beneath her. It even actually worked for a short time, before her big paws tripped her, over dirt, rocks, or simply air seemed to do the trick, and then she would go flying forward and eating dirt. It was hardly an appropriate way to see a god, and every time it happened, it only fueled her to try harder, and do better.
She ended up a little ways from the den as she tried sprint after sprint, attempting to force her legs to understand what she wanted from them. Some part of her, no matter how lost in adventuring she got, always kept tabs on how far she wondered, so she would never break the rules. For an adventurous, mischievous child, it was strange how she had set herself to the rules with the same determination that others might attempt to break them.
No matter that she might be young, she understood early on that she needed to set lines in the dirt for herself. One of those lines consisted of being a god, and what it meant for her right now. That led to a tangled mess of understanding that she needed to make her parents proud, and prove herself to the world. She needed to both be independent and strong, and keep her parents happy. It wasn’t an easy line to walk, but she had determination in every bit of her body, so perhaps she would make it work.
As she got the hang of running in a straight line with only minor turbulence, she started to add new feathers to her learning experience. She ran straight, and then the bend around a tree, that often left her skidding in the dirt, panting and exhilarated even as she failed pass after pass.
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