itching and itching and itching - for a fight!

Spring's allergies had given way to clear summer skies and she was feeling extra frisky. Makara pranced too and fro through the plains, jumping up high and landing with a great oomph. It was like she had energy busting out of every single hair follicle. Her father had told her to make herself useful by training instead of incessantly bothering her mother, which she had taken a little offense to. Hanako insisted she was never a bother! So that must make it true. "Helllooo? I'm supposed to make myself useful?" she called out into the plains. She couldn't see anyone yet, but that didn't mean they weren't there.