Wheeling Gull Isle sacrament

the bundle he'd gifted her had been dropped along the edge of the field, forgotten for now.

the sylph watched closely as he shifted among the flowers before lowering to a bow. oh what fun!

the edge of her lips tugged upwards into a delighted smile as she sought after him, tail swaying cheerfully behind her. bursts of laughter mixed in the air with playful growls. she pranced around him with youthful vigor, jumping to and fro in a childish glee.

her heart beat steady in her chest like a drum to the rhythm of their game.

how long had it been since she played like this? felt like this?