Coconut Grove the algea

when emaleth spoke, deirdre did as the ocean did; she rushed toward emaleth without haste, seafoam moving to kiss the dark shore that was her sister. her eyes welled with joyful tears as she moved to embrace emaleth, feeling stronger and surer for her presence, for her return. but she could not yet speak, the power to do so gone from her for the moment, overjoyed as she was. i have missed you so, she expressed with a whine, and the steady beat of her plume.