Wheeling Gull Isle i’m not superstitious, but i’m a little stitious

Being vague about what happens in this thread. @Maegi ♥

The tiny Groenendael set off with singleminded purpose: find Maegi!

Mindful of the girl’s panicked state, Coelacanth was careful to tread softly and slowly, never to run or chase. Now and again, she lifted her fox-fine muzzle to offer a searching whuff or a beseeching, two-“note” whine. In some respects, her manner of calling to Maegi was similar to the cry of a black-capped chickadee — but the vibrance of the whistled melody was diluted and faded.

Normally, she tried to bring an offering when she sought out one of her seawolves — she could not help but feel like she owed them something in exchange for the imposition — but as she searched for the ghost-pale female, she moved with such intensity that she could not pause even for politeness’ sake. The fire-and-indigo-eyed child was good at hiding, and Seelie did not want to roust her out — so when she felt she was near enough to be heard, “Maegi,” she breathed. “Little fish.”

A cramp pulled softly at her abdominal muscles and she turned toward one of the myriad rills spanning from the Skybowl. Pert pink tongue lapped at the sweet, clear water, dew clinging to her whiskers as she slipped in to wade and bathe. “Maegi, Maegi,” she whispered. “Peace be.”