Wheeling Gull Isle yippee-ki-yay

I apologize for the wait. ♥

Yes, yes, yes! That was exactly the right idea. If the seawolves continued to nurture the glowing embers of hope, surely in time they would kindle a signal fire that would guide the little girl home. Seelie was relieved to witness the staunch whirring of Driftwood’s tail and was comforted by the companionable echo of his broad paws. A decisive shake of her head and a saucy flick of her tail answered his question with an untroubled, “Nope!” She had no idea where she was leading him; she just wanted to be somewhere physically distant from her moment of grief. For Coelacanth, the line between tangible and intangible was blurred in spots — sorrow and joy had their own flavors and colors, and the land itself was a veritable memory-vessel. The swath of land she’d paced upon was bad, now, and wouldn’t be fit to stand upon again until the healing lap of the sea washed her impatience away.

To truly outweigh the badness she’d felt, Seelie needed to feel happy somewhere else — and that was easy with Driftwood at her side. He was silly and sweet and loyal, and the little Aralez turned impulsively to bathe his beloved face in kisses. “Drift!” she exulted, whipping around and dropping into a playful bow. She shimmied backward and away from him, but darted in with a few exuberant boofs. A little playtime would work some of the tension out of her system until she could search the mainland.