She darted forward, actually surprisingly fast, and the headstart had made it true. She snatched up the disc, darting back from him with a mischievous light in her eyes.
She was delighted, holding the frisbee in her hands, her dimples exposed as she approached him. She was also panting a little from the run, her eyes bright. "I never said I'd play fair."
She coaxed his hand into hers. "You know elves have different languages for hand holding?" she said, looking up at him. "They mean different things."
"Well," she said, looking down at their hands. "This means a deep bond. It's often used in married couples or best friends. People who are close." She shifted their hand positions, her fingers intertwining with his. "This is more of a romantic sort of love. If you see this, the elves are dating. Hooked arms represent friendship." She returned to their normal position and wiggled her fingers at him. "Anything with fingertips is quite lascivious."
He looked confused, looking at his own hands. "Fingertips? How do you even incorporate fingertips in hand holding."
She shook her head, smiling up at him. "Not just for hand holding. You know, just in general. The quality of the touch is very different. Like..." She approached him and placed her hand on his jaw, her thumb against his cheekbone. "This is very different from..." She adjusted, her arms draped over his shoulders. "...this. One of them is super tender and the other means basically nothing."
He looked thoughtful, his head tipping back slightly as he considered before nodding. "Okay. That makes sense."
She laughed a little, dropping her arms. "It really doesn't make sense, but it's more intuitive when you're immersed in elf culture."
She caught it, jumping in the air a bit to catch it before tossing it back with a quick flick of the wrist.
