Sea Lion Shores you bring out the best in me

Do you guys want to close up shop here? ♥

Oh! The soft, choking cry that rushed from Catori’s lips was greeted at first with a tidal wave of nerves; at once, Seelie’s tufted ears flattened against her head like a flighty caracal kitten’s. Just as the serpentine curve of her body began to spell apology, though, her vision cleared from the blurry grey mist of anxiety. Timidly at first, then with frenzied pride and affection, her feathered tail began to flicker, then flutter, until her hips wiggled helplessly, caught in a riptide of joy.

At Stockholm’s quip, Coelacanth snorted her indignation, a plume of frost curling from her nares, but her affection for the Gampr couldn’t have been clearer. She clung to Catori as tightly as she dared, her smaller frame hugging the Spiritwalker’s convex flank with infinite tenderness. “Catori,” she whispered timorously, this time with greater fluency. She had waited her entire life to be able to talk to her family — really talk to them — and although the poor, broken whispers were all she could lay claim to, she harbored a heartdeep pride at her meager accomplishment.