My laughter dances in the breeze as I run down the street, bringing men to peer out their windows and doors as if called. Laughing harder, the air is like a lovers soft kiss on my cheek as I stay just out of his reach.

Leading him to the park I dance into the forest, spinning around shrub and tree. For a moment it is almost as it was in a place time long since forgot. I could easily let this shell fade, raising the difficulty of the game. I hide behind an old tree, instead.

The heart in his body is strong, blood and breath running quick from the chase. My Lion remembers this game. It is a reminder of how limited he is now that his weakness is not by choice. Muffling a giggle behind my hand, I peer around the tree, knowing exactly where he is.