Wheeling Gull Isle Four and twenty blackbirds

at last they move to accept her gift, and she watches with anticipation as koi chews. warmth fills her chest as it passes inspection, koi beckoning thresher to try it, too. "it's good, right?" reed cooes, tipping forward onto her belly to creep a little closer to them, to watch them as they enjoy the refreshing treat, a smile warming her cold features. 

she stretches and rises to her feet, careful not to disturb any of the tiny bodies around her. "i'll come by again soon," she promises, extracting herself with a little farewell nod to stockholm. such sweet, tiny things, puppies. reed can't wait to watch them get older.