Wheeling Gull Isle drinking through my muzzle on the kitchen wine

LOL, @Coelacanth, tagging you for the same reason. I love our threads that average one post a year. It’s very us, haha.

She did. Coelacanth materialized next to him and welcomed him into an embrace — there was an innocence about it that could have been mistaken for these two, only just a year ago. It wasn’t heavy with the weight of his wrong-doings — it was simple support between close friends, and because of it, Komodo did not bother to beat around the bush. “Ah’dunno, Seelie,” he sighed, answering her unspoken question. “Ah’ miss ‘er.” His broad shoulders rolled downwards at this admission, unconsciously protecting his heart-space. “Jest… Ah’ feel like ah’m livin’ in the past, y’know? ’N ah’ dun even know whut it wus all fer, ennyways.”