Moonspear [m] Stolen Light

Only for a moment, her heart fluttered. Quivered in her chest.

Finding herself gazing deep into his sharp green eyes, alight with mischief while wearing that smile. The way he addressed her. Cheeky yet with what she perceived as affection.

Sweet Thing.

He had used it on her before, upon his return with her son. How she clung to him, overcome with emotion. She wanted so badly to cross this small distance between him now and embrace him the same.

Instead, she stayed. Her dark toes turned brown from the churned, muddy earth. "Oh Alaric, you never fail to delight with your voice!" She laughed.

Her eyes rose past him towards the distant, ridged line of their mountain home. Thinking. "It has been a tough winter for Moonspear. With all that has happened. First Acrux, then Talisman's death..." 

She dropped into silence, meeting his eyes again. Wondering, even asking wordlessly. Did he know that Argent had turned his back on them?