indentHe’d never really thought he was very playful. Maybe it was just one of those things about himself that he didn’t realize yet – he did love to play; it always helped him forget his worries. Firefly, though, was the one to go to for a good time, in his opinion. She always had wonderful ideas about what to do, be they troublesome or tame. Playing with Ember made him think of his lost twin more wistfully, as Ember was the only sister he had left. But maybe the dark girl could help him feel like the void inside him wasn’t so large.
indentEmber’s reassurance made him laugh; he felt the weight of the small worry lift from his chest. She slid past him toward the tangle of grass where the frog lay, waiting for them to continue their game of tag. She pounced, but the small creature slipped from her grasp easily and went hopping toward Kansas. He wanted to impress Ember by catching the frog, and maybe give the little creature a good time as well. The creamy boy slid back into pouncing position, and when the frog was close enough, made a flying leap toward it. He felt the soft body beneath his paws, and when he looked, it was still intact and the critter was fine.
indent I gots ‘im, Emba! He proudly picked the creature up by its hind leg, where it struggled fervently. Look, ‘e dancin’! You wanna hold ‘im?