Cerulean Cape i feel so romantic; can we do it again sometime?

if she noted the hitched breath, she let nothing on; besides, it was easy to let the tiny sound fade when she herself found wonder in the overreaching sea. she answered without turning her gaze back toward him, staring still. "as far as we can - or at least to moonspear's range. I think they don't stretch to the water, but too far beyond that and we'll take a while getting back." 

she turned to him then, ears flicking atop her skull. sliding down, the huntress allowed her stomach to nearly touch the strand. the water washed over her shoulders, splashing against her muzzle. the pushed back at her, as if disliking the fact that some land-dweller dared stray into its reach. gold-bronze gaze travelled back to her mate, waiting for him to speak again.