Cerulean Cape A spoonful of tar

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the man snapped to his feet, the sea-earth falling in gentle grains from the side of his softened face. his fur held a silken curl, his eyes lambent as if drawing in all the light and reflecting it back at her.
and the voice.
and the name.
a golden smile flickered over heda's features, and she nodded, understanding now why she had been called to this place on this day. "yes. i'm heda, and sweetharbor is an island, that way." her gilded gaze seemed to drink him in. "what's your name, friend?"