Sea Lion Shores our iron coffin

astara held, a question lingering in her gaze: what is this?

merrick pulled away, and with his departure the tension withered into the air. astara was perplexed, for never before had she so keenly felt the space between them. with the sensation unfamiliar to the little shade, she was not sure what to make of it.

merrick let loose a yawn, prompting astara to instinctively yawn in response. sliding along the grass, astara stretched and looked up inquiringly with one paw hefted playfully in the shade's direction.