Deepwood Weald And we all love to sing along

he shook his head. no, he murmured. you look a lot like seelie's mate, too—stockholm. your markings are very similar. her mother must have inherited them, he imagined.

the thought of stockholm and coelacanth was a bit overwhelming, and he was sure it showed in his face.

i'm so glad you're here, adi remarked, shifting past all those memories to the present. he smiled at her, tail like a metronome at his back heels. you make dutch very happy; i see it in his face. and if he's happy, i'm happy.