Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

Heda didn’t say anything for a long time, instead looking at him in assessing silence. Caracal tried not to fidget, though he wondered what she was thinking. In hindsight, that really was a very weird way to answer her question.

He opened his mouth to clarify something when she spoke. He blinked, nodding as she made the connection he hadn’t.

Yeah, I mean, I think… Caracal mused aloud. God might be… a girl?

Heda had always used masculine pronouns when talking about God, so the word “girl” came out hesitantly. Caracal felt a certain conviction as he said it, though he worried that he might offend her. He pulled another face.

But then she reached for him. Surprised, he leaned into the embrace. As she settled against him, Caracal let out a small huff of laughter. After a moment, he remembered to bring up his own forelegs to wrap around her slim shoulders, the right unconsciously snaking upward so he could weave his toes into her crimson nape.