Sea Lion Shores What immortal hand or eye

The sound Coelacanth made was something that emulated what sneezing into the bell of a French horn might sound like — a muted, stuttered hitch of her breath inward before she sneezed reflexively, the current of air blowing an audible raspberry against Niamh’s plush haunch.

Seelie burst into laughter almost immediately, tossing her head in mock-indignation that couldn’t even begin to mask the merry expression that wreathed her delicate features. “Hey! Come back here so I can do that again!” she seemed to say, bounding forward with as ferocious a boof as she could muster. This time, she parted her jaws, keeping her fangs tucked harmlessly behind her velveteen flews — and she dove low and lateral, trying to mouth teasingly at the girl’s hock.