Wheeling Gull Isle snake eyed with a sly smile.

with her head underwater, ava was unaware of any of the pensiveness that stole across caracal’s face. 

she blew bubbles and laughed as they fumbled past her head, up into the surface where they popped and sizzled in seafoam rings. when she laughed, the sound of it was curiously distant. then she inhaled and —

saltwater seized her senses, sending her into a convulsing fit of coughs. she pulled her head from the water with a yak, turning to caracal with her little tongue hanging out between haggard breaths.