Got the dreamer's disease
There is a surprising surge of delight at witnessing the coiled potential in Ever's attentive form, every fiber of him straining for obedience and precision. That he surges into action at her behest is a thrilling sense of command that at once sparks a bright laugh, the sound ringing out over the clap of her hands as Ever pounces with an unmatched accuracy and gusto.
Her eyes lock with his briefly as she stoops down to reclaim the neatly returned ball, not minding the added wetness to its surface. The excitement brimming just beneath his fur, expelled with the steady wave of his tail, echoes through Fern with a grin. Her attention tilts up towards Isla as she clutches the ball carefully in her hand, contemplating the power of such an ordinary thing and the rules of this simple exchange. "Oh, he brings it back to throw it again because he wants to run," she murmurs, trying out the understanding for herself. She glances down as she rolls the ball around in her palm, thumb brushing over the texture. "I can understand that." Youth giving her spurts of energy that equate to the 'zoomies' in dogs, though this understanding would mature into something else in time, as she personally learns more and zooms less. Because nature ought to always be preserving energy, it's the root of most behaviors and designs, and with Ever not being a youth testing out skills for the first time, fetch doesn't make a lot of natural sense in terms of efficiency.
"Okay, let's see how well you do this time dad," she hums, glancing up at Isla with a conspirator's nod before cranking back her hand and launching her arm. The ball sails across the room, Fern mindful not to aim at the areas she was cautioned to avoid, but certainly more distance and challenge than her last attempt. Though, she notes with a wrinkle to her nose, that the ball did not land exactly where she aimed. Throwing requires a bit more consideration and calculation than something as simple as walking. She'd continue to test out her aim and Ever's retrieval until they both tired. Fade out to fetch.
[FIN]
Her eyes lock with his briefly as she stoops down to reclaim the neatly returned ball, not minding the added wetness to its surface. The excitement brimming just beneath his fur, expelled with the steady wave of his tail, echoes through Fern with a grin. Her attention tilts up towards Isla as she clutches the ball carefully in her hand, contemplating the power of such an ordinary thing and the rules of this simple exchange. "Oh, he brings it back to throw it again because he wants to run," she murmurs, trying out the understanding for herself. She glances down as she rolls the ball around in her palm, thumb brushing over the texture. "I can understand that." Youth giving her spurts of energy that equate to the 'zoomies' in dogs, though this understanding would mature into something else in time, as she personally learns more and zooms less. Because nature ought to always be preserving energy, it's the root of most behaviors and designs, and with Ever not being a youth testing out skills for the first time, fetch doesn't make a lot of natural sense in terms of efficiency.
"Okay, let's see how well you do this time dad," she hums, glancing up at Isla with a conspirator's nod before cranking back her hand and launching her arm. The ball sails across the room, Fern mindful not to aim at the areas she was cautioned to avoid, but certainly more distance and challenge than her last attempt. Though, she notes with a wrinkle to her nose, that the ball did not land exactly where she aimed. Throwing requires a bit more consideration and calculation than something as simple as walking. She'd continue to test out her aim and Ever's retrieval until they both tired. Fade out to fetch.
[FIN]
Fern
This world is gonna pull through, don't give up
