Stavanger Bay when I go

the lion, with a mane that flickers like flames, leaps towards her in a hurried pace, misplacing the sand beneath his paws with little care. he recognizes her, gracious assures herself as he holds no face of anger or aggression as he closes the distance. her large plume propels behind her in an excited matter, and the two collide in am embrace filled with kisses and whines. she is just as excited to return the licks that coat her face, a smile carves itself into her black lips. she soon then reaches to brush her muzzle against his cheek, inhaling his scent as his memory refreshens in her mind. she has found him again. 

"aiolos," she says to him, voice soft as she continues to press against him "i've missed you, sweet one." despite the two only sharing a conversation or two, gracious knows she made a connection to him when they were together in the rain. he is a peculiar being with strange customs, but he came to her searching for advice. she provided just that in the moment, along with a sense of peace and stability. 

"you've grown." not like a puppy turning into an adult. not like a boy turning into a man, either. aiolos was grown when the first two met. but she senses a shift in his personality, as if he has grown more in his personal self -- he has changed to her, but it is something for the better. he does not seem like the meek and overly-doting man he was once like to her.