Too Good for Your Game

"Las!" Anara exclaimed gleefully, her small hands reaching out towards Rast.

Rast chuckled warmly as he lifted her with one arm, marveling at her boundless energy. However, his amusement quickly turned to concern as Anara attempted to climb onto his shoulders, her tiny feet finding purchase on his outstretched hand.

"Hey, Princess, let's not climb like that, it's dangerous!" Rast cautioned, gently trying to dissuade her.

Lea, sensing the potential danger, swiftly rose to her feet and gently took Anara from Rast's grasp. It was clear that Anara saw Rast not as a guardian or a uncle, but rather as a mountain to be climbed, her adventurous spirit unfettered by notions of caution.

As Lea took Anara from Rast's arms, their hands inadvertently brushed against each other, igniting a spark that felt like an electric shock running through their veins. The brief contact left them both momentarily stunned, a tingling sensation lingering in the air.