Wheeling Gull Isle when she strut, she got (body and blood)

she leads them from the beach, heading towards coaltree rise -- the summer has brought out all the best colors and interesting plants, and reed's passed many mornings and afternoons going through the fragrant blooms, looking for plants that carry interest or use or both. 

maegi's question earns a blank sideways glance, not sure if she's serious or not. at length she says, "it's an island," her tone suggesting duh. she didn't take the strange girl to be dull, but, well, no one is perfect, she supposes. the sand's given way to beautiful flora underfoot, and here reed pauses to take in the smell, smiling. she loves the island. ahead of them the rise unfolds, the blackened sequoia just visible in the distance, and reed turns to maegi expectantly. "it's beautiful, isn't it?"