Silverlight Terrace [m] salt whining

Alaric was unsure at first. Part of him was a bit torn as she was only slightly older than his daughter. But the trader in him. Knew this for what it was. A transaction of time and energy. Hopefully that bore fruit that he would have no stock in. But this was not new to him. 

So instead of wondering and second guessing. He offered an impish smile that lit up the green of his eyes. He loved to run. He loved to jump and be recklessly wild.

He bowed forward and as she ran he gave chase. Ans he made sure to deliver of catch and release. Catch up to her. Back off and do so again. Only overtaking her after a few playful nips. Then to run shoulder to shoulder if she'd allow. Green eyes asking if she'd like to lead or follow now