Freedom Soars

Her trek from the thicket brought her, now, to a vast expanse of grass and rock laid out in a way she'd never quite seen before. Stone jutted out from the soil in random spots, creating all kinds of nooks, crannies, and vantage points for Praxis to explore--and explore she did, hopping casually from ledge to ledge with a waving tail and attentive ears. By expression she hardly looked pleased, but her loose body language suggested otherwise. It wasn't often back home that Praxis could let her guard down as she'd been able to do here on Boreas--no, the boys were constantly getting in trouble, the girls pressed to maintain good appearances. Alongside Calixta, without any other loyalties, she was free to finally be her own boss and act upon her own impulses....Not that they were the most impulsive of impulses.

Those would be saved for whenever an idiot crossed her path.

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