Moonsong Glacier the sun is not a-bed

Eyes glittering with both warmth and amusement, she watched his playful movement. 

Rabbit.. ? The first suggestion, followed by a semi-graceful hop to imitate that of the creature she'd offered. Or, perhaps a doe? Now, this one, she wasn't sure how to describe without word. 

A prance, perhaps?

She gave it a try, but ended up laughing at her own, poorly executed attempt.