Sweet Spring Breezes
07-11-2020, 12:54 AM
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe, maybe.” The stories she remembered were mostly comprised of bedtime tales and urban legends. Nothing as extensive as the history he’d shared with her, at least as far as she knew. They’d held a few of their own traditions, but history was one thing Mala was short on, growing up. She’d be pleased to hear if Aurielle ever incorporated a night of stories. The Reaper would meet the Nomads, too, if she could. Her friend had spoken often and fondly of them. Maybe she could even secure a lesson with— “I—hey!” The game had begun in the blink of an eye, and Cai was already bolting away, climbing the wall of the basin. In a poor attempt to scurry after him, Mal’s front paws slipped over the grasses. Her torso went down, jaws clicking shut as they collided with the earth. Ouchhh... Sneezing, she anchored her paws in the grass and pushed off once more, striding up the incline. She was a quick little thing, but Cairo held nearly every other advantage (save for his leg). Damn he was fast... but she was slowly gaining, driven on by a seemingly endless fountain of energy. She’d nearly caught up to him at the top of the basin. Tail curling high, she dove to nip at his ankle — “You’re it!” — before jerking to the right, beginning zig-zag motion to throw him off. She glanced over her own shoulder, blowing raspberries as she left him behind. |
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