"...you can go play with her if you want. Hunf. I don't mind. Stupid Taric."
Ezreal was watching them for a while now. Taric and Lux were happily playing tag, running and enjoying the warmth of that beautiful morning. The relaxing sound of the waves coming and going made that a perfect place to rest, especially for champions of the league.
Taric, attentive as he was, eventually noticed that dissatisfied Ezreal lying in the sand.
"Oh, don't make that face. I know what you are thinking, and you know you're my most precious gem."
Ezreal blushed, inflating his cheeks and crossing his arms over chest while gazing something apparently far far away. The perfect image of someone who don't know how to react to compliments.
"I don't even care what you do in ou… your… free time. I-I've been... building a sand castle."
It was indeed a castle made of sand. But not remotely close to a simple block of sand kids normally do, as a large amount of extreme details of windows, towers and such were part of that fast builded thing. Ezreal apparently was versed in a lot of yet unknown skills.
Taric, after looking into it from several angles with a critical look, proceeded to lay in one knee and dovetail a large and green stone from his pauldron on the top of the highest tower in Ezreal's sandcastle.
"Here. It's complete, now" - said him, closing his eyes and showing a large and happy smile.
Ezreal turned over, grinding.
"This is the Tomb of Shurelya, an ancient dungeon in a forgotten place of runeterra. I've mapped it myself years ago."
"Is quite fabulous place. You are really a prodigy"
Taric kisses Ezreal's forehead, turning him in a living red pepper.
During the next hour, Ezreal wouldn't shut up about his expeditions and adventures. And as always, Taric listened carefully.
