Wheeling Gull Isle how to call on old gods

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Axolotl made the necessary introductions, and Coelacanth responded with a respectful dip of her elegantly tapered muzzle toward the other female. The leviathan seemed to attach a particular significance to the girl who glowed like the heart of an exceptionally brilliant sunset, and Seelie wanted badly to please him. “A pleasure, Coelacanth,” the Sveijarn said, and although the tiny Groenendael had advanced to whispering words other than merely sleepyhead, she kept silent. Maera seemed nice — and nervous! — and Coelacanth wished to assuage any worries, if she could. If her presence was not wanted here, she would leave; and if she was put to a task, she would perform it to the best of her ability.

Moving timorously, she tiptoed up to Axolotl and made to trace the line of his jaw with the wet of her nose in submission. Then, fitting her paws into her own prints with obsessive meticulousness, she backed away and redirected herself toward Maera. It frightened her to be so close to the unfamiliar female, and her body took up a fine trembling as she made herself low, bending and bending until she was on her stomach, sphinx-like, reaching out toward one flame-kissed paw with a cautious nose. “Everything will be okay,” she wanted to tell the girl, but she had to satisfy herself with a soft, airy whine.