Moonspear manic monday

yours and mine, Mira huffed quietly, more fun this way. Didn't he think so too? It wasn't like he had stopped playing with it, so it must be good enough. Mira glanced at the adult while Caelum assaulted the bird, but looked back down after that as it squawked. Her gold eyes widened as it came towards her, pathetically bumbling. The serpent reached out with a black paw and batted it playfully, likely disorienting the poor thing. Perhaps her brother called it hunting practice, but she didn't want to kill it just yet. That would be like a robot with its batteries removed, which seemed a lot less exciting.