Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

The blue sylph raised a single brow to his words, but it soon dissolved into a half grin, tall ears twitching to listen to the gruff voice. Would it sound weird to say that nobody had joked with her for essentially as long as she could remember - would it be weird if she told him that? "Well, good," she laughed, "it would have been a shame if you said no."

Faeryn’s paws slowed in the snow, then, as the warrior began to stretch, and she found herself entirely at a loss for what to do; a heartbeat or so passed, and she mirrored his actions slowly and casually, as though she completely knew what she was doing, and then felt herself slip into normality again. Sometimes it was almost as though her mind and body failed to connect, but when she heard the gentle swish of water, and briefly blinked shut her eyes to listen, the nymph felt at ease again. "You better go at least a little easy on me, it’s been so long since I sparred with someone," the words fell from her tongue, but were followed with another grin - of course, he didn’t have to go easy on her, but she did intend to try and scrounge a few tips from him; by words or observation alone.

She allowed him to take the lead first, but her eyes traced his movements carefully, waiting, preparing.