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Sparring was always fun.
Haleth thought, grinning viciously, as she struck again, Caranthir being forced to back up a step. Even his few centuries of experience more could not hold against her.
Soon enough she had him pinned, breathing heavily with huge silver eyes up at her, an expression of burning adoration on his features.
-Do you yield?- she asked, cocking one eyebrow. He only nodded, patting out with the hand he had on the ground, apparently beyond speech. With a snort, she helped him up. -Well?-
Caranthir only swallowed a few times, looking her in the eyes, limbs trembling from the effort of the spar, and without a word, with cheeks the color of fresh raspberries, walked to the side of the courtyard where a few fire lilies on long, swaying stalks grew, a bright yellow and red. He cut one, and with a tender, soft movement, marred only by the slight tremble of his hands, tucked it behind her ear.