Wheeling Gull Isle sacrament

it was the unspoken understanding between them that she enjoyed so much. he never pressed for more than what she offered, never crossed the invisible line she'd drawn in the sand. they were two bodies, mere strangers in reality, but it felt as if she'd known him for ages.

he'd set a bundle of wildflowers before her, a gift it seemed. she thought him sweet like honey, and wondered if he'd brought the others such offerings as this.

a part of her felt at fault for having not prepared a gift in return. a wave of guilt washed through her gaze, his butterscotch eyes now resting upon the flowers.

she moved to gently pluck the bundle from the earth before returning to rest on downy haunches. she set the flowers neatly between cotton paws, careful not to crush them. eyelids fluttered closed for a moment then as she lift her tail to patter happily against the floor.

a lovely gift this was indeed.