Merrily we fall out of line

As the woman approached Lyre let out a honk, warning Ruin of the woman's presence. The Cavaliere-Klein turned, a frown marring her soft, puppy features as she eyed the stranger up and down. She expected the usual adult speak, bla bla bla are you okay, it isn't safe bla bla bla, but instead the woman's words were harsh, almost accusatory. Well that was new and oh how Ruin liked new and shiny things to play with. Ruin didn't move a step away from the edge, instead she remained where she was, pawing at the earth as she sent the stranger a playful, but undoubtedly devious look.

"Maaaybe." Ruin responded in a sing-songy voice, as she tilted back and forth on her paws. "What if I don't wanna?" She challenged, dangling a paw over the edge. Lyre honked in alarm but Ruin ignored him. Little did the stranger know that in telling Ruin what to do she'd turned it into a game, that Ruin would push every button that was presented to her, like the impulsive, naughty little thing she was. And then she smiled, adding the cherry on top. "'N Ma said I could." As if that was an all access pass to do whatever the hell she wanted.