mx. sinister

Rhian was bouncing around as usual. She gazed up at a hill, watching the grass wave back and forth, and after a moment of silent observation, she charged up at full speed. It wasn't a very big hill, but she wasn't a very big pup and only young, so it still felt challenging. But she wasn't the type to back down from a challenge, and she pressed onward. Adventure thrummed in her veins, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She held her breath as she sprinted until she was out of breath. But by then, she was at the top of the hill. She devoured a few lungfuls of air and stepped to the opposite slope of the mound. She then raced down even quicker than she'd run up. Despite, or perhaps because of, her enthusiasm, she tripped and fell about halfway down and rolled the rest of the way. When she stood up at the bottom, her eyes sparkled with the newfound game. Rolling down a hill was fun!

But of course, it wasn't as much fun as it would be with somebody else to play with. Today was Rhian's lucky day, apparently, because one of her brothers wasn't far. She ran up the hill to him, still full of boundless energy and entirely ignoring whatever he'd been doing before she decided to play with him. "Raven!" she yelled. "Play with meee!" It wasn't a request.