Moonspear champagne

Her distance now made more sense to him when she drew near; the same tantalizing of scents rose to meet him as she nipped his shoulder. Her expression twisted this further, teasting him into a toothy grin with a nipping riposte in return. She was in a visbily good mood, something of which he could not have said he was familiar with. No, her reservations were lowered and that emotion bled through.

And then she rocketed off, her own invitation clear as he drew long limbs after her in a chase. With the path she forged cutting a swath through ever-constant snow, he barrelled behind her wordlessly in their game of pursuit.