SISTER | return

[salem]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]SALEM | Though he did not turn his head, the kodkod's ears perked, following the gentle sound of paws over sand.  Michael failed to ring the strongest bells -- he knew the feline but did not know him.  A product of his quiet nature.  Regardless, the youth did not mind the question, humming quietly in response.  "Uh-huh.  Just thinking of someone."

A far less familiar voice caused him to finally move, shifting gaze from the water to youth.  Salem knew Roxanne had a number of children -- he had yet to meet them personally.  Jamie, with wings and fur splashed with dark and light, must be one of them.  The name sounded right, at least.  "It's nice to meet you, Jamie.  I'm Salem."

The mother in question made herself known soon after.  His chest began feeling tighter.  Pirates were an awfully social people, but he had known that for a while now.  The best he could offer now was a semi-cheerful wave of his tail.  Whether or not that was polite enough, he barely managed to consider before a paw pushed into his cheek.

Keona rarely caught him off-guard -- it came as a simple fact that she often moved more, tested the area more, as she moved.  As such, he blinked in surprise, feeling the skin beneath his fur warm considerably.  Salem found he did not mind crowds as much, when his friend was there.  She possessed a similarly quiet nature after all.

Lightly, he allowed his head to tilt, observing the way she lingered away from the water.  No overabundant fear though, which he found reassuring.  "I am."

"Your uncle just gave me the green light to get back on my paws."

It had been Raziel, amidst all the chaos, that found them -- snatched them out of the ocean's grasp.  A fact he would remain grateful of forever, especially after the faerie decided to nurse him back to health.

"How are you all doing?"