dancing queen

Slightly oversized paws would strike the terra at a fast pace, a gangly pup cantering over the soft grass underfoot. Salmon tongue lolled from the side of her mouth, the girl looked like she was having the time of her life. And she was. Her laughter bubbled up from her mouth to fill the air, and she wove between the overgrown trees that filled the landscape. Her tri toned plume trailed out behind her as she ran, and her ears were flat against her tiara as she pounded across the terrain. Joyous whoops escaped her lips as she leaped over massive roots that had started to tangle over each other. She'd gone off on her own again, exploring the world she'd been brought into. She wanted to see it all, and experience everything there was to experience. It would be her eventual goal, but she would never leave her family completely. That thought seemed impossible to her, so she didn't even try to think of doing it.

A crack in the limbs above, and she looked up suddenly, skidding to a stop. There was a bird there, a really big bird. She let out a bark, tail wagging despite the obvious need for caution. The bird had some freakishly long legs, and big feet with equally big claws. It regarded her curiously, peering through the canopy of pale blossoms. It's beak was long, longer than it's face, and it's feathers had a blue hue to them. The two watched each other curiously for a few moments, before the bird took off, winging into the sky with it's huge legs tucked beneath it's belly. With a satisfied huff, the girl started bounding along again. She was drinking in the look of this place, her toxic green eyes scouring every inch of land she could see.

Finally, the inevitable. One oversized paw crashed down directly in front of the other, and she tripped. Without further ado, the dark form of the girl cartwheeled across the grass until she skidded to a stop with her face in the dirt. Her ebony rump stuck straight up in the air, triple coloured banner sticking out like a flag. She coughed once, and that was followed by a sneeze that got the dirt out of her nose. Slowly, the little one picked herself up and shook herself off. No tears, no whimpering, just a little shake. With that, she was off again, running like hell was on her heels. Which it very well could be, for a child of Loki. She ran until her legs were so tired they hurt, and then dropped like a stone without any warning. She lay there in the lush grass, panting heavily and smiling like a kid on Christmas. Her limbs were spread eagle all around her, flung out like a starfish, and she stared up at the sky. For a child who was usually lazing about, that was quite an escapade. Now she would watch the clouds through the ceiling of blossoms until she decided to move again.




"Speech"

But the rest is forgotten