Ocean's Breath Plateau bodies glide from room to room

@Seelie @Simbelmyne +/- @Raiyuk — this is a return thread! Making some assumptions, feel free to reach out if I need to change anything!

He had scarcely allowed himself to think about returning to the plateau without his daughter, but as he arrived shepherding Seelie alongside him, he realized he hadn't quite believed they'd get her back. He was afraid without being conscious of it that she would suddenly disappear, and so he could only look away from her for a moment or two at a time as he guided her back toward her mother.

When they were close, Dutch lifted his head to call for Simbelmyne. If he could say nothing else for his worth as a father, he could at least say that he'd brought her home. Her and Katmai.

Of course, he gave Raiyuk much credit for her safe return. He loved the boy already for who his father was, and had viewed him with much endearment from their first introduction. Now he felt he owed the young man a debt of life. He hoped that he would not repay it under such dire circumstances, but his devotion to his seal hunters had increased to new levels.

"You are safe now, bachchi," he vowed.

When she closed her eyes, she could hear the sound of the surf breaking against the stony cliffs again and again, as rhythmic as a heartbeat. In the quiet, she forced herself to take deep breaths, and try to match her own fluttering pulse to the beat of the waves; it helped, at times. 

Dutch’s voice immediately broke the spell, and her heart leapt and fluttered, a fickle and unsteady thing, and her eyes drew open and blinked against the light. 

Triumph was in his voice; and while her stubborn, wretched heart did not believe it at first, she began to hope that he had returned him victorious not from a hunt, but from his search. 

She loped toward the borders and the bewildered, sooty child at his side caused her to cry out and dash toward them, to flit about them both on dancing paws as she whisked her muzzle over her child, and pattered Dutch’s cheeks with kisses. 

Seelie! She squeaked, her voice hoarse from sobs. She didn’t know what to do first- hold her child close to her chest, or sweep her husband into her arms, as he had proven himself once again by making their family whole.