Larksong Grotto XL

His voice brought laughter to her lips and a smile to her eyes. With the grace of a great owl he moved, careening in her footsteps in a way no tumbling mountain Boulder could manage. It was only when he was still that he was a snowy precipice; when he moved, he was every bit a diving owl. 

She whirled and twirled, casting a coy side-eye in his direction to see if he would mimic her movements, and dance beside her in a way that stirred dragonflies into a tizzy around them.