Chimera Fields campus florum

the girl was a force of nature—bounding, spinning, laughing, and drawing her into the rhythm of something light, something free.
she brushed past her, an unspoken challenge carried in the glint of her eyes, in the way she beckoned with movement rather than words.
periane did not think. she chased.
her paws found the path the girl left behind, the cold air sharp in her lungs as she surged forward. not to catch, not to conquer—only to run, to exist in this fleeting, untouched moment where the world did not press so heavy against her bones.
she let out a breath, something between a laugh and a sigh, and called ahead, you are quick, little one—do you think you can outrun me?
it was not a challenge of strength. it was a promise—for this moment, i will follow where you lead.