Stavanger Bay we dwarves are natural sprinters

her already good mood skyrocketed as velen returned all of her playful jabs and gave her praise she so desperately wanted. she was so proud of herself, dammit! and it only made her feel better that velen was proud too. even though lately she tended to be rather... well, spastic(all things given, it was certainly justified) she felt a little more comfortable with velen. less jumpy. she didn't mind his touch as much as she might've another mans. she didn't know why. 

"thank you," she beamed, nose dipping a bit sheepishly, her tail still waving excitedly. and then, when he said he wanted to see, a few nerves bubbled up in her chest. "see what?" she asked, head tilting to one side, "the fox or..." or me doin' stuff i'm not good at. cause dalia was not a skilled mercenary, not by any account. she was just trying. 

she gave him a shy smile, ears cupping forwards. "are you asking me to spar?"