Moonspear a still heart

When Meerkat pointed out the parcel Seal gasped. She didn’t understand the word souvenirs, but her mother’s tone implied a big surprise.

“Wooveneers!” the little girl whispered, voice filled with innocent awe.

She shuffled towards her Da as he unwrapped it when, suddenly, the stringent scent of sea brine tickled her nose.

“Achoo!” she sneezed and rubbed her muzzle with a paw. Like a kitten, she crab-walked around the kelp until she felt brave enough to lick it.

The taste was so powerful that Seal reeled backward, but her reaction was neither positive nor negative... only that it was overwhelming