Gilded Bay Everything Left to Hold Onto

the seabird's brow crumpled, frustrated. though mostly with herself. 

the muscles within her throat shifted, scraped against each other silently. if she'd been capable, a whine might've whispered from her. 

as it was, she shifted (best as one could in her position anyways -- rocking her weight from left to right in indecisive agitation. 

a few long moments swelled between them. the symphony of the shore falling somewhere in the back of her mind where it soothed the frayed fragments of what remained of iaghe. 

at last, the wildling took up the portion of fish and crept forward. pale eyes flitting to him but never resting long, two hummingbirds of ice that hovered and brushed rather than landing. 

she rose to a half height, ghosting her nose against the man's ribcage. 

and waited; feathered auds pressed close to her skull in anticipation.