the future is ready to shine

Twig could certainly teach her a thing or two about loosening up. That was one thing Corvus wasn't particularly good at, though he was at least open for trying. If anything he was always open for self-improvement, for being the best version of himself he could possibly be, if not for his own sake than for the sake of Abaven and his family. Maybe letting go once in awhile wasn't such a bad thing... it certainly didn't feel bad right now, as he pushed forward hard, kicking up sand in his wake. Despite the amount of energy it took to push forward, the feeling wasn't entirely a bad one - though part of him wondered if he should be exerting so much energy over something frivolous.

But Twig's smile made it somehow seem less frivolous than he thought. Dramatically he flopped down onto the sand, as if his legs had given out beneath him. The sand didn't cushion his fall half as hard as he hoped it would, but he didn't let it show. "You didn't do so bad yourself," Corvus teased her lightly, grinning quite a bit now too. The truth was that she was much more suited to running than he ever was, or could be; though she could beat him in a race any day, he had to guess he might come out on top in a competition of brute strength. "You could say that," he continued the teasing. He definitely was having fun - his heart felt lighter than he remembered it, and he appreciated the company quite a bit. He fell quiet for a moment as he lay there, struggling to catch his breath. "Is this the sort of thing you did for fun? Before Abaven, I mean," he added, feeling awkward after even asking. He didn't know much about her beyond the few times they'd spent together. Where had she came from? Why had she chosen Abaven, he wondered?