She can be now, I guess, but as Duck pointed out she was not.
Dusty leapt out of the water, the droplets flying in a shower of molten silver. She ran, the breeze blowing the remainder off of her sleek pelt as she galloped back toward Skyherd, skidding to a graceful halt in the clover fields.
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Our family considers it to be a badish word. But I know you didn't mean any harm, I just thought it was, odd. I'm not quite used to it that s all