A good girl roams out of her land owner's complex system of gates and walls and ceilings. The tallest trees loom over her and her black electric hair, two feet at the tips. Green leaves take fire all over her scenery and her eyes' level, rustic colors, old stone, craftspeople have died here long ago.
GG activates lightning in the mind then continues pattering her toes and soles on the flat brown slightly dusty floor of Earth.
"I better," she says.
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