Morningside Cuesta Act I, Scene I

“You sure? Look closer…”

She waits until Íkaros’ nose is nice and close before planting her paw on the back of his head and plunging his face straight down into the muck.

“That’s for calling me OLD ya little shit!” She howls with laughter when he resurfaces with a face-full of sopping silt.

“You look good with crap on your face,” She bats her silver eyes and smiles sweetly in feigned innocence.