Cerulean Cape she don’t got a lot to say but there’s something about her

Coelacanth, sprinting full bore in the opposite direction, hadn’t witnessed the fall itself; but her oversized ears swept hindward upon her skull at the muffled “oof!” and the ensuing tumble. Nimble paws skidded to a stop, deft as a cutting horse’s hooves as she pirouetted and rushed to Aditya’s side. He was still getting to his feet when Seelie began checking him over for wounds. Her quivering nose and lips swarmed his burly framework with overexuberant tenderness, nosing through his tawny, bourbon-neat pelt — she was winded and exhilarated from her run, and the scalloped gradient of her ribs fluttered while she caught her breath! — until finally she huffed out a breath that intimated her exam was complete. From what she could see, he was mostly unharmed.

The bashful minx then took matters into her own paws. Curling her haunches beneath her in a demure sit, she tested Aditya’s strength with an impish push of one round little paw. When he did not immediately fall over, she used both paws — and then she drew away completely, backing up like a very tiny mountain goat. Pawing at the sand with a snort, she lowered her head and “charged” him! — but the bump of her crown against his shoulder was soft and tentative, just in case he wasn’t altogether fond of this particular game. A kittenish “growl” purred from her throat.

Was he afraid yet? He really ought to be.