Moonspear The Hawk and The Dove

Alaric complied right away, though him continuing singing, while descending from the top floors of the mountain no worse than Barbie in the movie trailer (minus the skirt), made Lele roll her eyes. Show-off. She thought to herself, but did admit that, had she been few years younger and a less rusty model of a she-wolf, she would have felt smitten. There certainly had been time, when sarcasm and cynism had not swept all the naively romantic notions in her heart. 

"So, Mr.Nightingale," she returned the grin. "Wooed any sky-ladies up there? Or took my advice on taking chances with mountain goats?" she asked. "If that's the case, baaing might be a better bet." Under this thick layer of good-ol' yanking of Alaric's chain was a friendly inquiry on, how he was doing.