Honeyed Pasture the unexpected turn

I like how Seelie is basically useless throughout this entire interaction. The attention span of an eight-week-old puppy and the fortitude of a feather duster.

He ignored her!

He dared — how dare —

Disbelief was writ plainly upon the sheepdog’s delicate features, her Neptune eyes offering one pronounced blink in tandem with a shocked little skyward flick of her finely-tapered muzzle. One forepaw curled and struck the earth like the feeble stamp of a miniature pony foal, so taken aback was she by her mate’s audacity! — and her tufted ears strained forward upon her skull as though to question, “Excuse me?” — but she tamed her theatrics when Hemlock began to speak, deciding with grand [and ostentatious] magnanimity to forgive Stockholm. She wouldn’t bite him.

This time.

The idea that Hemlock might come back with them was a heartening one, and Coelacanth, for all her silliness, sobered to cross the distance that separated them. Unsure as to whether Hemlock would allow physical contact, she made herself small, reaching out one catlike paw in an attempt to have the tips of her toes just barely graze the Kali woman’s. Feathered banner waving invitingly, “We are here for you,” she sought ardently to convey through her gesture and a whispering whine.