Cerulean Cape make the dark feel darker than before

last from me! <3

John is silent.
In that moment, Dinah noses at the crown of Ava's soft head; a soft whine snaking from between her teeth. We'll go sit somewhere else.
She skirts further along the edge of the cape, tail held in a stiff flag just below her hips, and settles where the bittersalt ocean laps at her toes. She cannot remember the last time she felt it and enjoyed it; allowed it to be pleasant. There's a frigid touch of late-season in the foam.
Dinah's nose finds the curve of Ava's shoulder, and she closes her eyes.