Rising Sun Valley [m] We'll wish for weightless knees

It was the season of rain in the Teekon Wilds; it shouldn't have surprised her as much as it always did when the clouds parted to give their blessing. Her heart leapt all the same when she felt the cold droplets against her face.

A startled little laugh slipped from her, clashing and mingling with Dusty Rose's vocalizations. She turned wondering eyes to him as the feather fell to the ground; as the distance between them abruptly dwindled. Reverie spun away, wreathed in her own laughter and scattering cold rainwater from glinting gilded fur. Together they created their own little storm amidst the serene morning drizzle.

This time she hesitated in her flight, lingering with one paw in the air and sunlit eyes filled with mischief. She wanted to run, yes, but she wanted to be caught! She wanted their game to go on and she wanted it to end. At the last moment Reverie tried to slip away again — but it would be too late, and she knew it would be too late.