Dawnlark Plains XLVII

Moon Runner, the all-knowing spirit knew.

The milky, rice-colored silver of the girl’s pelt was like a flash when she reached top speed. Her young, supple body fully extended with each stride of her gallop as she raced beside her agile Father.

We fly! her spirit exclaimed.

She mimicked Father’s motions, and his joy, as they careened across the plains together. However, when he howled Moon Runner could only yip excitedly – all the oxygen in her body already committed to her churning muscles.

He called to her again. Moon Runner weaved behind as a covey of doves exploded from the dry autumn grass.