Wheeling Gull Isle that black dress got your boy seein' red

caracal, vesper, kigi — kilgitsuk, slavuj.
herself.
contemplatively heda placed a paw upon her unchanged belly. aside from the onset of extra sleepiness and the annoying sickness, she was unchanged. and there was nothing truly yet to say that anything would.
she had still not quite connected the joyous dancing between herself and caracal as the catalyst for dancing.
it was a man who called. heda hesitated, and then drifted down from the greenhills to approach. he smelled strongly of the sea, which satisfied her; the young woman waved her plume once. "welcome to sweetharbor!" she called, and it was.