Wheeling Gull Isle I pray for the wicked on the weekend

The boy crept closer to whisper something into the Ahklut's soft ear, and in response she gave a slight nod of her dove grey head. "Okay." She returned the whisper, small smile growing upon her ivory maw. His reasons for bringing the seashell were unknown to Faeryn but it seemed almost as though it was some kind of gift. In that case, he must have wanted to give Seelie a present too. 

She watched the two greet each other with affection, a peaceful sight if ever there was one, and then turned her azure gaze back toward the painted sky as the sun rose. "It looks beautiful." She murmered, perhaps to herself. The mix of lightening blue and orange was a spectacular sight, none could possibly deny.