She walks among the grasses surrounding her feet.
She watches the spring rain falling, shining through the rays of sun.
Something between the trees, out there in the wild, catches her eye.
She comes closer, looks down. There is a nest nearby tree’s roots.
Something moving inside. Something is hatching from an egg.
A phoenix? A dragon? Her and creature’s eyes meet.
A new relationship...
It’s name is relationship.
She takes a second look. It’s fluffy, squeaky, needy.
Looks up to her. It’s arms opened towards her.
It’s demeanor shouting, now! I must be yours now!
Charm is gone. There is warm, soft, sticky disgust.
Fluffy cuteness communicates: I won’t hurt you, I will be your servant Ma’am.
Fluffy cuteness doesn’t know it has met a hunter, not a Red Hood charming girl.
Heyy, I gotta go! She says it just like she has left a cake in the oven, so she must hurry.
“The cake in the oven” the vision of something resembling muffins emerges in her mind.
The cold shiver shakes her body upon that thought.
She turns over and walks back with a steady pace.
Once she has walked about a mile, she stops and takes a deep breath in.
“Never” she says in her thought.
I’m not made for that circus.
She takes a sit on the grass and watches the clouds moving in the crepuscular sky.
She watches the horizon afar.