Wheeling Gull Isle ii. moondust

She flipped back over.  Moorhen's anxiety bled off into the mother; when the brown one prickled, so did she.  It looked bizarre on her; her movements were still friendly.  She looked more shocked than anything with her wide eyes and crouched form.  The red woman slunk off next to Maegi, positioning herself over Yakone as she moved to touch the white one gently before recoiling at the last second.

She did not understand why her friend was pressing so hard, nor did she know how to communicate to her ghost what the prickly one wanted (for she scarcely knew herself).  For the first time since leaving the valley, a real fear settled over her.  What if they were denied here?  She looked to Maegi with hopeful doe-eyes and let out a suppliant whine.