Wheeling Gull Isle te voy a construir un castillo de bambú, lo que nunca tuve yo quiero que lo tengas tú

sorry for the delay!

In a motionless trance, Maera stood in place, feeling the ocean's embrace as the waves made the water reach out to her neck to come back down to her chest. She had no way of noting Coelacanth's arrival given she was facing the other way, eyes closed, and her nose pointing to the seemingly never-ending extent of the water. It was when the small female issued a soft hello that Maera snapped out her sudden pretification and turned just in time to see Coelacanth's slim legs slip into the water.

 With an initially shy smile quickly growing on her face Maera greeted the girl with a soft woof of her own. Unlike Coelacanth, Maera had not come here with a concrete plan laid out. And though she wouldn't mind doing some fishing, there were other kinds of things she was hoping to find in the sand or underneath the foamy veil of the waves. Until then she had had no luck, and now that she was no longer alone, the search was put on hold.

Following the sheepdog's eyes, the flame also directed her own hazel eyes towards the sky.
"i could stay here all day" she blurted out, her eyes closing momentarily as a small exhalation escaped betwixt her lips. Truth be told, not only this moment, standing in the clear water of the beach, under the sun and the clouds, felt heavenly. The isle itself had something, a paradisiac vibe that had made it, even before sorting everything with Axolotl, almost impossible for the Sveijarn to think about leaving.