Swiftcurrent Creek Little ones

lmaoooo Shadow's like

Finally, he acquiesced. Oh boy, oh boy! It felt like an exhilarating nippiness struck her from the inside out, this excitement! Shadow has not even touched her yet but Jökull was getting that intoxicating high.

“Yaa,” she pipped up as Shadow initiated an activity quiet unknown to her: taking the nape of her neck gently between his teeth and picking her up off the ground. Oh, this was a new gam – MOTHEROFGODSHE'SFLYING. Before she could even comprehend what this new game would entail, she was airborne. Gravity would see to it that she not linger in the air for long, plummeting to the world below. This is it, she thought. This is how I die.

Die she would not! Not today. Shadow was there to cushion her fall...or impede it. Jökull was not really sure what was going on. All she knew was that he was doing something and it made her feel high. Literally and figuratively.

“HUAH!” she wailed as this man – this enigmatic, fantastic wizard – flung her into the air again. Halfway up, she began to laugh. Try as she might, she could not cease her laughter. She kept chortling gleefully as she fell back into Shadow's embrace once more. Even the few seconds back on earth was spent laughing. Shadow threw her up once more before stopping, tired.

Her little ticker was thundering away inside her ribcage. Jökull was more than fulfilled, so she did not pester him to do it again. She thought that propositioning him for more might make her heart explode!

Giggle-fit having ended, she wobbled over to Shadow with ecstatic baby blue eyes and hollered: “FIN. TANKS.” Fun and thanks, in baby speech.