Wheeling Gull Isle the lonely sea and the sky

Number 200 for you! ♥

When Cascada dips her paw into the pool, Seelie withdraws her own — and she steps a good distance away from the rim as though she fears the fish will see her and catch onto her plan. Making sure that the green-eyed girl is watching her closely, she shapes her catlike paw into a tight scoop and moves it like a scythe. To play out the successful catch, her Neptune eyes widen and she follows the imaginary fish’s arc until it lands somewhere in the distance with a thud. The atramentous sheepdog then turns her attention back towards the russet-and-cream female with a decisive nod. Then, she edges toward the lip of the pool again and abruptly thrusts her muzzle below surface. She feels the slippery fins and gills between her teeth but can’t get a grip — still, her lunge has the intended effect:

In a silvern rush, the fish scatter towards Cascada’s waiting paw.