A Feather's Flutter

A tiny spark pulsed under my mask. I tilted my head, letting out a muffled squeak, and found my stubby fingers could actually twitch. Tightening my grip on the red feather prop, I gave it a sly flick against the spiky spine of the dark lizard standing right beside my circular stand. Nothing roared back. Chuckling softly behind my collar, I planted both feet firmly on my base, clutching my paintbrush staff ready for whatever came next.