Redhawk Caldera Make my heartbeat stop

“We can if you want,” was all Frolic needed to hear. She threw her head back and bayed at the summer sky, her youthful melody drowning out whatever else Amalia said. When her small lungs shortly ran out of air, she gulped in a huge breath and renewed her cry. This went on for two more cycles before she finally grew tired of it.

Her head dropped down and she peered at Amalia, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as she caught her breath. Frolic recognized her, though she couldn’t recall her name right now. As a matter of fact, the youngster was rather terrible with names. Sometimes she even called her beloved brother and sister by the wrong ones!

D’you wanna race? she proposed as soon as she had the breath to spare.