A brindled beauty with blue glow flew over the waves, her eyes open wide against the breeze. Her antennae dripped with spray. She was wet all over, but didn’t mind - the sea was her home. The air was a second home. She adored her island, her pack. The Queen of the Sea veered off toward the place where her husband held court, wind whipping her fur into a wet, smooth shine.
She landed gracefully. “Aegir, I’ve missed you. Shall I keep to the ground more often?” she asked playfully. “I do apologize, I’ve been flying too much. I hope you won’t be mad at me.” She waltzed up to him, giving a loving smile. “I promise I’ll be around more.” She gave a nod and a smile to Pierce and Enigma. Her new firefly wings folded in gracefully behind her, and she settled into a seated position beside Aegir’s throne, inwardly hoping it wasn’t presumptive of her to do so.
Marriage and love had transformed the young queen. She wasn’t so standoffish now. She still preferred the sole company of either Aegir or herself, true to her introverted nature; but she was more willing to speak to the other members of the pack. She had come into her own, having been given a light that she had never before had reason to want or hope for - or to even know existed, honestly.
She kept a grave countenance throughout Aegir’s speech. This news was troubling, and she had heard whispers of it too. Yet, she was confident that nobody would bother them. She let a small grin leak through when Aegir awarded new ranks to Enigma and to Pontchartrain.

“I’ll pull you in like the waves of the sea . . .”