Wheeling Gull Isle sea fever

@King, but welcome to all Undersea members ♥

While not completely rehabilitated, Coelacanth was in considerably better shape than she’d been the first time she met the green-eyed girl and her erstwhile traveling companion — the long-limbed prowler who’d been the first to incite a reaction from the skeletal creature. Her fur was still lank and dull, lacking its usual luster; but as she tiptoed inland, snuffling hither and thither through the island’s wind-whipped foliage, there was a new liveliness to her steps that even her natural timorousness could not dispel. It would be some time before the harsh edges of her delicate framework were smoothed over by muscle and fat, but the madness was all but gone from her Neptune eyes and her wounds had been dressed.

It was midway between morning and afternoon when she wound her way through a tangle of sweet butterfly ginger — a treat to her senses, made all the more idyllic when a light rain began to fall, casting miniature rainbows in the sun. She snaked her body through the vivid labyrinth of glossy green leaves and fragrant white blossoms, and the petals fell like irregular blots of white paint onto her dark fur.