Hoshor Plains grinning

The demands of the roan were met with the bonesplintering crack of jaws intended to shepherd her into a sprint. She was a creature with instincts- without bidding her legs to do so she sprang into the air as a bird might take flight. She curved and twisted, supple as a gymnist, adrenaline blocking the pain she should have felt. Her shoulder's protests muffled like the cries of a bird in a flock.

Gravity pulled her back toward him like a stone from a slingshot. And rather than give him the chase he'd demanded, she lunged for the heels on his sighted side- just so he could see how she intended to make him join in the dance.