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Elsa glided through the forest, weaving between trees and bushes as she made her way along her usual morning walk. Though, she’d chosen a different path than usual—for the sake of a complete solitary morning.
She was not avoiding anyone. Certainly not a specific long-haired brunette with caramel-honey eyes that made her heart react in fluttery ways that she was quite sure she didn’t like.
A billowing of wind rushed from behind her and Elsa laughed. Her previous thoughts vanished.
“Gale, what’s got you so playful today?” she asked.
The wind spirit spun around her and seemed to snicker.
A rustle of leaves in the tree above Elsa drew her eyes up. She furrowed her brows with a tiny frown before a shadow of a figure flipped downward to hang upside-down from a sturdy branch.
Elsa jumped back with a startled gasp, hand on her palpitating heart. Her eyes wide.
“There you are, Elsa!”
Elsa bit her lip and took a step back, her hand still held over her chest. The palpitations morphed into a flutter. Heat crept up her neck and bloomed into a light blush on her cheeks.
“H-Honeymaren?! What are you doing here?”
The Northuldran woman grinned, holding one arm across her chest while using the other to keep her hat on her head as she dangled from the tree.
“I was looking for you,” she replied with a blink. As if that were obvious.
Elsa’s stomach flipped and she trembled a little, but she held her ground. The heat on her cheeks grew hotter at the sight of how adorable yet ridiculous Honeymaren looked. It reminded her of a bat.
“H-How did you find me?” she stuttered. Though, she realized it was a stupid question; and she was dumb enough to believe that a seasoned tracker like Honeymaren wouldn’t find her.
Honeymaren shrugged.
“I followed Gale. It’s not so hard when the spirits have a tendency to follow you. They’re like ducklings around you,” she laughed.
The soft sound of her laughter made Elsa swallow. She felt dizzy, swooning on her feet.
Honeymaren gave her a concerned glance.
“Are you okay? You seem pretty flustered.”
“I-I’m fine!” Elsa squeaked, then winced at how suspiciously quick her response was. “I um. . .I have some important things to do. Fifth Spirit things to do! Alone .” She nodded to herself, drew up her shoulders, and spun on her heels—gliding out of Honeymaren’s sight as swiftly as possible.
Or. . .at least until her heart would stop squeezing and fluttering in her chest like it wasn’t supposed to be doing.