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Bored. A new word added to her growing compendium. She was bored with waiting. Bored with training. And most of all, she was bored with doing nothing when the downtime presented itself. She would rather be active with something, be it rolling in the fields or trying her paw at bounding on the mountain again. Just…something to expel this excess energy so that her little internal fire could find rest.
But she was ordered not to move. To sit and deal with her anxiety by her Shepard’s- her father’s command. She couldn’t even interact with X’yro, not even for a little while. Just sit on the training grounds and wait. But what was she waiting for? She was never told, nor could she focus her mind enough to ponder on it. Everything in her told her to move, to dance, she roll and play, regardless of her Shepard’s instructions. Her little round form squirmed irritably and a scowl darkened her brow as she stared out toward… nothing. She felt as if she were being punished, as if she had done something wrong in her training. But with soft, assuring tones, her father spoke the contrary to these assumptions and went on explaining that the Exultare must learn to channel their energy and create from it a calm nature. She hadn’t the slightest what it meant but eventually she found herself as she had been minutes, if not hours before.
Bored.
Sighing she brought herself to lie down eventually, propping her plump forelimbs under her chin and continued to stare out toward the encampment line. She wanted something to do. She wanted to be able to play. She wanted to have a run around with X’ies again. The boy had worked himself into a soft spoke in her heart, even if it was with barbs of insults and cold logic attached. He was always fun to be around, despite how his teachings of the Lambda seemed to interfere with their playtime. But even then they were overlooked by a sharp nip to the ear or a sloppy pummel to the side. She believed the two had become friends, as her Shepard had said. An unbreakable bond that would last eternally. Again, she had no idea what point he intended to get across, but she was glad he had allowed the two of them to play. Such a warm day would have been ideal to go running… but then the orders of her superior kept her in place. And of course…bored.
She needed an outlet… something. And when the anxiety was too much to bear, she leapt to her paws and sounded a mighty call to the wind. (More like a squeak given her size and underdeveloped cords).
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