the ebony flicker that was Coelacanth moved like a dancer over the sand, the haste of her arrival made to seem easy by her grace. sand kicked up from her inky paws as she stopped, and Dawn was still until her words - soft and ethereal, her memories of Seelie did not include a voice - bade her stretch out her own muzzle in turn, seeking to touch her coal-black nose to the woman's cheek. "seelie," she whispered in turn, tail beating softly as if worried too brisk a movement would fracture the moment. she was immeasurably glad the woman appeared well, at least, without immidiate injury and healthy. "how are you?" she pulled back a fraction and regarded Seelie with a touch of worry. perhaps some of Morningside had made it here. it was a hope she did not dare voice, but it lingered there all the same; they were, had been, allies. nonetheless, it was not her purpose here.
we rebuild. so to had Morningside attempted to do, and in the end they'd dissapated. but their home still stands, their sanctuary, though with Aditya's supposed actions it didn't seem quite as secure as she'd always pictured it. at first, she'd accepted what he'd done numbly, but alone, when the words had time to sink in and her mind time to wander, she could not accept that he could do this. how, and why? that prompted answers and theories she did not want to hear, yet, here she was. and then Seelie was humbling herself while sorries tumbled from her lips like blows. "no, Seelie, no" and then she hurts deeply, something well-guarded breaking and allowing some of that old grief in. she plants kisses on the woman's cheek, deferential, pained. "do not be sorry. I lost them - Catori, the pups, your family as well as mine. it is my blame; when they needed me I failed them."