Aether's Obsession
“Master?”
That did it.
Vaelor surged up with a growl, arms banding around Lirian’s waist to catch him, but Lirian was already scrambling off the ledge, laughing as he sprinted across the grotto floor on bare feet. Vaelor gave chase, long legs eating the distance in two strides, laughter, loud, genuine, startlingly bright, bouncing off the stone walls. They crashed together against the far cushions in a tangle of limbs and breathless chuckles, the bond singing with pure joy.