Wheeling Gull Isle let my imagination run away with you gladly

The ingenuous empath thought vaguely that all was not completely well with Aditya, but she believed the lie — what reason did she have to doubt him? “Adi,” she whispered, her gentle brow furrowed with concern, and she shook her head in mute bewilderment. Her Neptune eyes traced his bourbon-laced fur, the boldly drawn ink of his smile, the soot upon his cheek — and then they tangled warmly with the sungold of his gaze. “Peace be,” she wished him clumsily, nosing at his cheek, and gently disengaged. It was time they reconvened with Sorrel Marie and Catori.