Cerulean Cape A spoonful of tar

heda's breath hitched in her throat; she stared at daniil with a lucid dreamscape to her irises, thinking of bartholomew's smile beneath a saltwound sunrise —
"yes, yes, that's — exactly what he is." heda's ear flicked at the sound of his own paw trailing across the ground of the coastline. "well, i can take you anytime. i just came out here to hunt. i thought." his question made her face soft with consideration. "well, i don't mean to stay we're not allowed to leave. just that we came back together, you know. we were something once and maybe it wasn't time. but we stayed there, on the island. and now we have more of a congregation than before."
her eyes glowed. "i think you will enjoy it there."