notallbluemonksBeau had gone out and gotten a bunch of dog toys in the last few weeks. Like, a lot, because managing a puppy's seemingly limitless energy level was enough of a challenge with a normal puppy, let alone a fey one, and she'd been experimenting with a lot of different options.
Playing some variety of catch, though, was the reigning champion; Nugget got to run around as much as he wanted to, Beau got a pretty decent cardio workout, and the whole concept of teaching him how to blink on command was starting to come together. It was a good system, if Beau did say so herself. She already knew how to use her ki to throw caught arrows with enough speed and force to do damage, and she figured that applying the same principle to throwing a frisbee far enough for Nugget to have to blink to catch up to it was close enough to count as practice. So hey, her dog wasn't the only one getting some training in here!
So anyway, yeah, that was what was going on here today: just Beau, throwing a frisbee that occasionally flew much further and faster than it should have, and a brown-furred puppy with exaggeratedly long, pointy ears chasing after it. Which sometimes meant blinking out of sight and then reappearing ahead of the frisbee where he could take a moment or two to put himself in the right position to catch the frisbee.
Was that cheating? Nah.
[OOC: Going to be in and out for a bit to do errands, so it'll be slow, but open!]