When safety and health were not factors in her investigation and behavior, there were some cues the little puppy could pick up on. Many of which she simply chose to ignore. His looks of distaste and aggravation slowed down her playing with his tail, though she continued to stare up at it longingly. To take her attention off the ready-made entertainment she bound, played, bowed, rolled, and generally made a furry whirlwind of herself around and in front of him while they moved.

His words were harsh but only made her grin broader. Even his skepticism worked to add to her convictions. The simple fact diversity existed in thoughts, actions,and words played to the tune and mystery of the world. There was change and something new in literally everything she encountered in the world. The differences brought a magic to life and the life of others around them. Whether everyone saw the glimmer of the unreal in the air was irrelevant, whether they were aware of the shift of the world was unclear to her and she did not care. Every story was different and she thirsted to hear them all! Besides, her mom was never wrong.

The pup all but flopped on the rock she had perched on. Her head tilted slightly at Tychon and she sneezed. I wasn’t following you, I was in front some of the time. Her voice was innocent of any and all accusing or obstinate nature. She honestly was pointing out that she had been leading him at least fifty percent of the time. As he snorted in her face, she only grinned. Prove me wrong! She yipped excitedly, bum and tail shooting into the air and wiggling around. This was a quest waiting to happen! You show me that magic can only exist in one thing, and I will show you otherwise! Everything about her hummed with the thrill of adventure. Her voice sang with an innate laughter that seemed to exude from every air on her body. Looking at the girl, listening to her, it was clear the scars on her face only marked her surface and did not even come close to brushing against her soul.