How does she do it?
The doe is an elegant ballerina, moving with effortless grace on four legs. She is a living beacon in the cool dark forest. Finally, she is the queen of a peaceable kingdom all her own. Moreover, the very air glows around her like a halo.
Her eyes gleam with the same phosphorescence as her fur. A new feature, or something I just didn't notice before? [You showed proper respect for the forest.]
I bow my head. [We have not hunted.]
The doe's ears flick languidly. [Indeed not. But I refer to leaving the blue dye flower in peace.]
Triumph surges within. It's the triumph that comes from holding fast to one's own internal vision, one's own sense of right and wrong.
Lobo angles his head. [System tried to convince us that it was permitted.]
The doe rears up, her head periscoping. [System??? Of course. I should have known.]
