Wheeling Gull Isle snake eyed with a sly smile.

ava bounded towards the dark spot on the sand that captured caracal’s attention. when she was near enough to practically shove her nose within its rosettes, caracal neatly inserted himself between them. 

she looked up with a scowl, peering around a singular ruddy leg. the intriguing patch was rounded and shadowed, studded with pearly white rosettes here and there. there was a gleaming shape to it, a shimmer that invited her to look deep within. 

ava amara maintained an air of polite interest for all of two seconds before she —



touched! the thing! it jiggled delightfully under a darting paw. ava leapt back with a playful shriek, totally ignoring that caracal had moments before cautioned against any intimacy. 

she was about to reach around him for a second poke when caracal spoke of flowers. her ears pinned as she withdrew, scuttling under the shelter of caracal’s elbow. the association of flowers and being struck by her sister robbed her features of all joy.