Sea Lion Shores just don’t know if i can roll into the sea again,

if only astara’s problems were limited to auditory perception! bat’s inquiry fell on unknowing ears — but the ptero that commenced shortly thereafter commanded all of the blackbird’s attention. 

was it a spell? a curse? the little waif had yet to see a skill so masterfully worked. lifting from the soggy bank with a heavy squelch, astara lifted a paw and attempted to nudge bat’s limb — as if to entreaty an encore of the strange but delightful gesture.