in a dream, the world.

The speed in which the lightning raced across the sky, and the boom of thunder that shook the earth was delightful. She could feel the electricity fizzing on her tongue, and felt so very, delightfully, alive. The Aracari raced across the field as another strike of lightning forked through the sky. Bringing the world to life, and sparking the lighter blues across her coat. She let out a soft yip of delight as she finally reached the forest. Shaking off the rain in her coat.

She heard the sound of a brassy laughter beneath the pattering of the rain, and turned her body towards the sound. Weaving her way through the long-limbed trees until she found the owner of the voice. A dark coat, settled comfortably on litter of leaves, a canopy of greenery above his head. If ever a place looked more cosy, she didn’t know it. “Can anyone enter?” she purred lightly


"Speech"