dancing in the pale moonlight

Rhae found it admittedly a little adorable, listening and smirking as the mischievous nature of the boy. She didn’t know the boy’s mother, but she imagined she wouldn’t be too pleased to have her child return home all muddy. Arne and Arvid. It appeared his playmate was also his friend similar to how Carlys was hers. She chuckled softly at his words, her head tilting to the side as he continued to make a mess in the muck. “I imagine she will be, if you go home all muddy like that.” She agreed contently before chuckling again as he exposed his belly upward.

He met her eyes and she tilted her head back and forth as if considering. “I like it, from time to time.” She mused as she settled decidedly next to the mud pile that he was playing in. “But too much mud and you might get the muddsies.” It was some illness that Rhaegara made up off the top of her head to see if she could catch his interest with such things.