Sometimes I just run around the courtyard, chasing birds like it’s the most important thing in the world. I know I’m supposed to be focused—I’ve got my sword, I’ve got training—but in that moment, none of it really matters.

I just move.
My feet barely touch the ground, my tail following behind me, ears up, eyes locked on something small and fast. It’s not serious. I’m not hunting. It’s just fun… like I forget everything else for a second.

I still hold onto my sword though. Always do. Even when I’m messing around.
I guess that’s just me—half focused, half distracted, but always moving.