Blackfeather Woods i'm in a pressure today

if laughter was part of the language she commanded, astara might have cackled to see damien and her pale counterpart fumble after her.  she moved off on thin legs at a rough gallop, twisting as if drunk, with truly no plan save for keep the stick away at all costs.

yet all costs came at a cost -- her energy was brief and short-lived. she dodged and then bobbed, and when she bobbed the stick slipped from her grasp and the earth rose up to meet her as she tumbled wildly, flipping over a full three times before landing a spectacular distance away from her prized stick. she froze, eyes on averna, who was far closer to the toy than she -- and then launched in chase after her.