Wheeling Gull Isle Hurtin' for a smile

Nym studied him, focused on the words spilling from his maw. She latched onto one, clinging to it like a lifeline: learn. 

"Learn, yes, learn," she chirped excitedly, prancing back and forth on her feet. Desperately, she wanted to learn. Her golden eyes shines with the silent exclamation: Teach me! without care if it embarrassed her. 

A place to settle, truly? It was a kinder offer than she expected, halting her in her joyful bouncing and causing her to peer at him with curiosity. She sniffed him hesitantly, unsure if he had the authority to offer her a spot amongst the ranks and chirped uncertainly.

Nym nudged him, as if to say she would follow to the borders at least.