Firestone Hot Springs you hit me like a hurricane

She leaned forward as if to tell a secret only for them to hear.

A few very cool rocks. Vairë said in a deadly serious tone, before it cracked around the force of her grin. To be fair to her childhood self, they had been incredibly cool rocks at the time. She allowed herself the snickers for a time, before she was focused back on Valiant.

Her face softened.

And immediately, was dripping wet. Vairë blinked in startled surprise, mouth half open. Her jaw worked a few times, as if she didn’t know quite what to say. She’d never been a particularly rambunctious child, trauma tended to do that to a person, but she remembered scuffling with her siblings the few times she got to.

Mentally rolling up her sleeves, she shot the larger man a half teasing you’re gonna regret that look. Vairë, dignified moondoe, then released a shouting war cry, and bum rushed the fuck out of Valiant.

So what if they both went down? Her face was already wet, wouldn’t hurt to drown a little.