Wheeling Gull Isle i'm merely contemplating what you feel inside

As soon as Seelie came into view, Sorrel's tail began its trademark wag; friendly and non-threatening, but low and submissive. It spoke volumes to who she was, if one was to really consider it. The dark woman was etheral, almost unlike anything that Sorrel had ever seen (keyword: almost). In fact, to some degree, she reminded the girl of Maman, her missing caretaker. 

Seelie didn't say much and that was fine because Sorrel didn't say much, either. It seemed that the two of them would get on nicely, once they'd moved past introductions. You are pretty, Sorrel observed with an awe-struck smile, I like that.