Ocean's Breath Plateau bodies glide from room to room

When she closed her eyes, she could hear the sound of the surf breaking against the stony cliffs again and again, as rhythmic as a heartbeat. In the quiet, she forced herself to take deep breaths, and try to match her own fluttering pulse to the beat of the waves; it helped, at times. 

Dutch’s voice immediately broke the spell, and her heart leapt and fluttered, a fickle and unsteady thing, and her eyes drew open and blinked against the light. 

Triumph was in his voice; and while her stubborn, wretched heart did not believe it at first, she began to hope that he had returned him victorious not from a hunt, but from his search. 

She loped toward the borders and the bewildered, sooty child at his side caused her to cry out and dash toward them, to flit about them both on dancing paws as she whisked her muzzle over her child, and pattered Dutch’s cheeks with kisses. 

Seelie! She squeaked, her voice hoarse from sobs. She didn’t know what to do first- hold her child close to her chest, or sweep her husband into her arms, as he had proven himself once again by making their family whole.