My attack was foiled, my attempts were spoiled. Leoni put himself between, the boy that was my prey, and now my form was led astray. I land upon the grassy sand, I gaze at him with my tan colored eyes. His words will be forever wise. My Leoni. I lower my midnight form once more, sometimes Leoni could be a bore. I just wished to have some fun, yet he wishes to protect me from the sun. A protector of mine he may be, but I wish to play, and romp with glee.

I watch as my brother so bold may go, he goes and upon the other he throws, he form so much larger than that of I, the little black Butterfly. I hang low in the grasses as my eyes peek, another form my tan orbs seek. It is that of the other one like me, the girl of sun, seeking her own fun. I watch as she flies into the air, at my brother her form does dare. I, however, an not like he. I seek not to protect, I will let his form get wrecked. I will wait, for a moment so true, a moment the girl of sun would rue. I wound up my limbs, my whole body wiggles, and I find myself suppressing my giggles. I am almost about to jump when then, another comes from her den.

This one I have never seen, and my eyes are fixed on her keen. She uses worlds to voice her displeasure, at my brother her judgement does measure. There was no hurt within this play, not on this very day. Why was it that she thought it so? Could it be she didn't know? I find my head slightly tilting. My form goes small as if it is wilting, but I am practicing the art of stealth. I am thinking this girl I should teach, teach the ways of puppies, the ways of play. I readjust my little form, hidden by the grasses that swarm. I step one paw slightly closer, closer to her, the new one, with light colored fur. Daenerys will be my next victim, next friend, and our forms will mingle until they blend. I push up into another pounce, upon her I will bounce. I will show her the fun, our ways she will not shun. I aim to tackle, but quite gently. My jaws go for ears, not for tears. But we will just wait and see, as I will not be in the air indefinitely. After my landing, where ever it may be, I will say quietly,

"We do not bring him pain, it is fun that we obtain."

I will end my words with a kind toothy grin. To play is not a sin, and maybe she too will be, with us in our time of glee.