The Sunspire Even flowers have their dangers

Summer set his gaze upon the wilted, beaten tree as she spoke of sharing it with him. He quirked a brow at it and was about to respond when she took the words right out of his mouth. He gave her a smile instead and listed as she suggested that maybe they practice on each other instead. It was an intriguing idea, there was no arguing that... But the thought of sparring with Vienna, even if it was just for practice or even play.. It just seemed wrong.

The Ostrega remained silent for a few long seconds before finally heaving a sigh and sharing another grin. "I don't know.." he replied slowly, "I just can't imagine ever fighting with such a delicate little flower. It seems so innately wrong." It wasn't too often that he teased like this, but it came easy with Vienna. Even at his darkest and most withdrawn moments, he had always been affected by her light.