I consider meself a fair judge 'o character.Lyra answered,
Maybe I've high hopes fer ye.She picked up the pace into a faster lope, keeping an ear tuned for the sound of answering steps.
Playful challenge rolled off her lips with little effort,
And I find anticipation t'be a crucial part o' te process.Feathery paws landed her atop a mossy stone, over a fallen log, and to the crest of a woodland hill. Sleek and fast, surefooted the way only seafarers and cats tended to be.
Silhouetted by grey sky, she paused there and cocked her head, teasing,
Or are ye not the adventurous type?
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.









