Arrow Lake gymnopedie

no words, just tears. she cried and cried, and all Tahani could do was draw closer, daring to run her muzzle along the crown of the girl's head, soothing the ruffled fur. she made gentle noises under her breath, like shushes but quieter still, soothing. like the ocean waves. . .like that island.

too hot, but so, so peaceful.

i am here, Monarch, Tahani murmured, planting a gentle kiss upon the tear-soaked cheek. i am here. she would talk in her own time, or she would not. either way, it mattered not to her auntie. when it came to the common tongue, it was probably best that they kept the conversation to a minimum.