
Lyric was in a good mood. Good things had happened! Words and sounds were all swirling around in her head, begging to be sung aloud. But the young doe had restraint, and patience! She could wait until she saw him again, so she could sing for him and let him know all of her lovely thoughts and feelings. It would be better that way, anyway. He would enjoy it better if he was the first one she told, if he got to share in the exciting news when she came back to him.
She took a few steps forward, before excitedly bouncing. No! She wanted to talk about it and sing about it now! She felt like she needed to tell someone as soon as possible or she would cry. Lyric was too excited, too full of that tight-wound anxious energy that came with having a good secret and no one to tell it to! He wouldn't be hurt if he wasn't the very first person she told, right?
@Ruriska