Kintla Flatlands higher ground, had to be told

mr wintersbane: NO FUN ALLOWED!
astara & eva: BUT WHY THO

to be young was to be gifted a certain blithe naiveté; to look at the world fresh-eyed and without scrutiny, and to expect that all things within it were good-natured and presented no harm. astara, short-lived and spoiled by the safety of her home, was far more naive than most her age -- and committed to her play with these twocomplete strangers in heartfelt earnest.

a wild shriek of childish delight sounded from the rustling grass as astara heard eva on her tail. delightedly, the little imp scampered through the reeds, coming round in a wide circle to the silent guardian that seemed to only reluctantly indulge in their play. unfortunately his lack of enthusiasm was seen as a weakness in the nightcub's eyes, who viewed his stoicism not as a strength but a chink in his armor meant to be exploited.

like a tiny demon she hurled herself at his feet, little harmless nips aimed at his toes as if to say step up your game you lil sourpuss -- but with eva behind her, astara wasted little time lingering. with one last fleeting nip at wintersbane's ankle, she was off, hopefully before he or eva caught her.