Stavanger Bay i don't wanna be you

at any other time, perhaps velen would search for the reason why she had changed. in this moment, however, he was swallowed by her perfume, the confidence with which she approached. playful, yes, but velen sensed it was beyond that, for the both of them. and though he could not pinpoint its true root, even as he bowed himself low, he knew they vied for something else than a mere sprint.
meeting the burn of dalia's eyes, velen smirked and lunged powerfully across the sand past the girl. she had wished to race; race they would, and he spared no spurring to his own speed as he galloped along the shoreline.