these passing moments with you

Basilisk huffed a gentle laugh as he helped to steady Ignita. “Bend your knees a little, dear one. Don’t be rigid.” He advised her. The practiced warrior had already found his balance. But his claws, dug into the ice as they were, kept him by Ignita. He would not leave her side while she practiced something new, and a little scary.

With the world beneath the ice, and the sky a brightness of stars and moonlight above them, he felt like this moment was taken completely apart from their lives and responsibilities. He remembered what it had felt like to be a child, to do something simply for fun.