Wheeling Gull Isle santeria

[chortles!] Seelie has tufted ears, but nobody else in her family does — not even Amoxtli. ♥

An involuntary croon of pleasure ran its way up and down the column of Coelacanth’s throat as Komodo enveloped her in warmth. The sound didn’t waver in pitch, for there was no melody to speak of — it was akin to a kitten’s purr, the flutter of book pages beneath a knowing thumb, the thrum of a hummingbird’s wings — but when the angakkuq began to preen at the tufted tips of her feathered ears the purring heightened in intensity and she seemed to swoon. It had been so long since she’d been the one being cared for instead of the one doing all the caring, and she basked in the sensation, sinking to her belly in the sand and melting into a soft, pliable puddle of ink and feathers. She fixed him with a worshipful stare, Neptune eyes luminous and nascent in their renewed joy — there was a touch of melancholy there, but there always was. Always would be. Hers was a dog’s personality, and they were made to embody emotion — on the same day, in the same hour, she might scrape the sodden underbelly of utter despair and soar high above the earth on wings of joy. It was simply the way of things for a sensitive creature like Coelacanth.