a free bird soars, a caged bird sings
The hyena liked giving no warning, taking chances. And she laughed as she ran, weaving this way and that way. Risk was the greatest reward, after all. Lirsi firmly believed that.
She ducked through a bit of growth and settled, flattening herself to the ground, ears pinned. She could hear her father now, telling her how unprofessional she was being, how... whimsical.
But whimsy was not a fault, she'd learned. It could be a strength. She was attempting to turn a game of tag into hide-and-seek, and her laughter cut off abruptly, haunches bristling.
She ducked through a bit of growth and settled, flattening herself to the ground, ears pinned. She could hear her father now, telling her how unprofessional she was being, how... whimsical.
But whimsy was not a fault, she'd learned. It could be a strength. She was attempting to turn a game of tag into hide-and-seek, and her laughter cut off abruptly, haunches bristling.
shackled birds are trapped in illusions.
LIRSI
