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

Coelacanth rubbed her nose against Aditya’s in a playful kunik, then rose to her paws. In the distance, the silhouettes of their family members also began to rise and stretch as they prepared for the journey home, and although her eyes were sad, the little sheepdog smiled. Mimicking Aditya’s earlier invitation, albeit with botched pronunciation and a missing preposition, “Come fissit us Undersea. Come,” she whispered, gesturing with her muzzle at the island across the water. Her feathered tail whipped like a live wire as she splayed out her spindly forelimbs and flexed her toes, hips raised high; she walked the stretch forward, then shook the sand from her fur.

“Shall we?” bespoke the tilt of her finely-sculpted head as she trotted a few steps toward the gathering. She waited patiently for him to join her, then began wishing her family good night.