Witch's Marsh Firework!

She beamed as Engel spoke, giving a little shake. She couldn't quite find her words, wagging her tail behind her like a flag in a hurricane. She certainly hadn't imagined things to turn out as they had, somehow they had unfolded; that Engel had guessed at it cheered her. For certainly if he'd noticed something between them, then their mateship felt even more right. She'd completely missed the hesitation and fed happily off his words. After a moment, she glanced at him, curious about what he'd told her. "what's Ironsea like?" It sounded like a daunting sort of name, not much at all like  Engel like angel.