Than you do a window

[Reagan Tyndall]

“Cartwheels! I’m doing cartwheels!”

“Yes, you look like an idiot.”

“I bet I could run for miles right now.”

“Why would you want to?”

“Or I could build a house!”

“You *have* a house.”

“Not the point. I feel great!”

“You felt so bad before?”

“Well no.”

She didn’t just feel great, Reagan felt like the whole world was brighter and more colorful. Even the wind, that so often echoed her own feelings in it’s voice seemed more clear and louder in it’s tone. This was what it meant to be bound. It meant you were more *alive*. No wonder mama Bear had spoken so highly.

 

[Reagan Tyndall]

“How are you doing lil one?”

“Good. Yes. No. Maybe. Yes, I’m Good.”

Who are you talking to?

I’m talking to the Duchess?

She’s not here you know?

She spoke.

She did but she can’t hear a word you said.

Yes, she can.

Winny looked at her, brows raised in question. “Have you gotten into the glue again?” Reagan frowned, turning her head to the door. An hour later with more clarification, she returned from the Drakrul Estate. Winny nodded once to her as she took her place at the Forge in preparation for the afternoon’s work. “You look constipated.”

“I’m concentrating.”

“Cows do that too. Should I feed you chocolate as well?” Knowing she was going to lose this conversation no matter what, Reagan headed upstairs.