Elide
There's a mark of satisfaction in her gaze at seeing the water spray across his clothes and even reaching up to his smiling face. His deep laughter is a rarity and, in that moment, Elide is struck by his unabashed fervency. The surprise is gone, replaced with admiration. Leaving behind what she knew of him and opening herself up to what truly lies at his heart. A warrior, yes, and that should never be underestimated - but one that can laugh and play, too. That takes a special kind of bravery, doesn't it?
His promise is met with eager tension, readying herself for the onslaught that awaits her. An onslaught, indeed. His arm snakes down into the puddle and, propelled by his massive strength, she'll have no mercy!
"Ahh!" She cries out, lifting her arms and flinching her face away from the wave that rises to an unexpected height and pelts down upon her. "I surrender! I surrender!" A laugh soon follows as she steps away from his direct vicinity. "You are truly the king of puddles!" She remarks, smiling at him with a warmth that feels unfamiliar and yet... comforting.
Then, because she is clever, she uses the moment to again launch an attack. Her step back was only meant to prepare her for another leap, which she takes with haste. Her feet stamp down into the water beside him. No triumph is gloated within; she flees from the aftermath that surely awaits her for her betrayal.
His promise is met with eager tension, readying herself for the onslaught that awaits her. An onslaught, indeed. His arm snakes down into the puddle and, propelled by his massive strength, she'll have no mercy!
"Ahh!" She cries out, lifting her arms and flinching her face away from the wave that rises to an unexpected height and pelts down upon her. "I surrender! I surrender!" A laugh soon follows as she steps away from his direct vicinity. "You are truly the king of puddles!" She remarks, smiling at him with a warmth that feels unfamiliar and yet... comforting.
Then, because she is clever, she uses the moment to again launch an attack. Her step back was only meant to prepare her for another leap, which she takes with haste. Her feet stamp down into the water beside him. No triumph is gloated within; she flees from the aftermath that surely awaits her for her betrayal.
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
