Cerulean Cape where the moon is made of gold

He didn't expect to feel so strongly attached to this dark girl, but to be honest he seemed to have a type. This particular shadow was much kinder than the rest; she reminded him strongly of his mother and perhaps that is why he was loathe to leave her - and the look upon her dainty face as he pulled away, that unspoken question, tugged at his already fragile heart. But it was for the best.

Screech's touch was returned in the form of a nibble, and he leaned in to the touch for a bit too long. She was so warm, so inviting and kind - but he knew deep down that he did not deserve her. The girl was a temptation that he could not fall for; he had a family already, even if they were far away. He would find them again. As much as the foolish boy wished to go with her and join with the Cortens - maybe beyond the party - he knew he could not do this.

So he pressed his nose against her cheek and then, pulling away, returned to where the seal meat had been discarded. It was half frozen in the snow now, edible but stony. Screech inspected it merely so that he didn't have to look at Coelacanth, and then grasped a chunk that looked stable enough for transport, and hoisted it up.

The only farewell he gave her was a final glance. A turn of his head so that the gold of his eye could shine through the falling snow; then, sadly, he turned and departed for an inland path.