Blackwater Islands turn around and take my hand

The woman she sought appeared from further down the shore. Salish was pleased to hear her voice sounding merry rather than hostile. The playful words and the wink of those eyelashes caused a flutter of butterflies in her belly. The tawny female gazed at her almost shyly, but a wry smile betrayed her flirty intentions. 

They are for you, she began softly. Pretty flowers for a pretty girl. Leaning down, she picked up the flowers and placed them at Kalika's pale paws, and as she rose up, she lingered by the female's porcelain face, before pulling away. How are you today, beautiful?