Wheeling Gull Isle The Apocryphon of John

The angle of his muzzle revealed more of the man's face, and Blue's stomach lurched with sudden recognition. She had seen a man like him before, hadn't she? Yet even as her guts churned with the knowledge, she was struck again by the sheer prettiness of him.

She certainly didn't want him to leave — but the words were still stuck to her tongue, so she only shook her head slightly, mute as he went on. He had a question. Blue swallowed, wondering at her fading capacity for speech. After a moment, she managed a soft Yes?

Her gaze remained on the sea.