Wheeling Gull Isle Four and twenty blackbirds

She was assured once again that the little sprig was for her, and while she looked back to her mother once more, she eventually convinced herself that it was ok, and she could go check out the little plant that Reed had brought for her. Koi urged her to go forward so, sheepishly, she did, sidling toward the ruddy female with a sideways glance and a sort of crab-like walk, shoulder angled toward the female rather than approaching her head-on. Once she got close enough, still very aware of where Koi was, she pivoted slightly, and sniffed the plant. 

She'd chewed on grass before, and hadn't particularly liked the taste of it. This was something different though, with little leaves branching off the stem, and it had a smell that she found a touch strong, but definitely interesting. Eyes bright, she looked up at Reed and huffed a silent breath of thanks, lips broadening into a shy smile, before she motioned for Koi to check it out too.