Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

heda shut her eyes with the pleasure of the little massage; caracal was quite dexterous. this was a lovely thought, and one that made her flush with something else.
luckily caracal changed the subject and reminded the sweetharborian that she was very hungry. "crabbing," she decided, kissing his cheek and slipping away; she loved that they had missed one another, but he was here now. "i should practice hunting them. there's several kinds here on the island, you know."