a road either to safety or to ruin

Kipling had been braiding some thin stripes of leather together, his nimble fingers had figured out how to do this much at least.  He could use braided leather in a trap, somehow.  Kipling had tossed aside the leather when he heard Tika’s howl.  She was fun and of course, he wanted lessons!  The boy ran as fast as he could towards the call.  Excited, Kipling’s gait had some manner of stride and hop as he ran, bounding over any obstacle as if it was many times larger.  Stick on ground?  Best jump as high as you can go to get over it!

Spotting his sister going for the training Kipling grins at her and then he’s grinning at her backside as she beats him there.  Oh yeah? The boy collects himself for a leap, his back leg flowing in its final leap so that it's right next to the front, then releasing himself like an escaped spring.  The boy flies at Caladia and as her head turns to look at him they collide.  Kipling knocks his sister down proudly, and nips the tip of her each, just a little pinch before letting go and sitting down in front of Tika looking up cheerfully.

The proud victor’s back is to Caladia, no longer interested in his bested enemy.  “Hi Aunt Tika, I got her good!  See? I’m ready for anything!”

(note: permission given from Hermes to pp successful attack)

"Kipling Carpathius"