Wheeling Gull Isle bleu, bleu, le monde est bleu

A familiar, comforting scent shimmered suddenly in the air, and Maegi lifted her head, joy suffusing her face as her gaze locked onto-- "Venninne!" she exclaimed, clambering to her feet and rushing toward the woman with her odd, three-beat gait. She all but pummeled into the brown, solid form, tail wagging madly.

The normally quiet girl was full of words, now. "I missed you! How was your trip? Where did you go? What did you see?" She forgot entirely that the woman did not speak, and her grin morphed into a grimace as the realization hit her. "Um. . .yeah. I'm so happy to see you." She snuggled into the sleek fur instead; if she were a cat, she would have purred.

Maegi noticed her bicolored eyes fixed on the bird. "That's Blue," she added casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to have an avian friend by your side. "He followed me here from the mainland."