Shut Up and Dance with Me
Brynhildr languished under the late-spring sun. It was hot today, and she was sweltering under her dark coat. She cursed her heritage and groaned, sinking down until her belly fur was flush with the earth below. One ear flicked, then her tail swished. She groaned and stood back up, utterly uncomfortable, and desperate for something to occupy her mind. Life was boring! She wanted adventure, roguish encounters, brawls and quick-witted banter. Not this... this aimless sweltering She crested a low rise, and her brows would lift. A small grove of redbud trees danced before her,dainty little branches waving in a breeze that was nowhere near brisk enough. Please tell me there's something interesting hidden inside there. Please, please, please... |
