Beastkin Kingdom.
Royal Capital Outskirts.
"Hyaaa!"
Princess Mimi vaulted gracefully over the tall palace wall, her movements light and fluid as a cat. Her soft boots barely touched the stone before she whistled sharply.
A loud squawked answered from beyond the garden.
Her Pekko, sleek, white-feathered raced toward her. The moment it reached the wall, Mimi leapt, landing perfectly on its saddle with the ease of long practice.
"Let's go, Jiko!" she grinned, tugging the reins.
But behind her.
"Princess Mimi!!" shouted a royal guard from the courtyard, his voice echoing through the still air. "You don't have permission from Her Highness or His Majesty King Lioness!"
Another voice joined in, breathless from running.
"Princess! Please! You still need the proper travel documents!" cried the royal advisor, waving a handful of parchment like a flag of desperation.
Mimi turned slightly in the saddle, her long tail flicking with delight as her golden eyes sparkled with mischief.
