Wheeling Gull Isle ships crash, it's what they're meant to do

Closing up shop. ♥

Coelacanth emerged from the inkdark of the Labyrinth looking slightly worse for wear. Her wounds had healed completely, but there was something tentative and wary about the way she moved — a heartdeep hurt that she couldn’t fully blink away before she switched the light on and warmed to her friend. “Rokig,” she breathed softly, sidling up beside Stockholm and moving past him to nuzzle tenderly at the stocky seawolf’s cheek. She regarded Thresher with fond amusement, hoping to reassure her girl that the visitor was a very good wolf indeed, and bestowed a lick across the delicate brow with a soft “boop” of her nose to the wispy child’s birthmark. There were things Seelie wanted to discuss with the seawolf, but they were boring adult matters — so she settled back, allowing Rokig to befriend her shy daughter as much as Thresher would allow, and put the conversation on the backburner for another day. By the time he left, she had forgotten about it completely.