Wheeling Gull Isle ii. moondust

Oh!

The inkblot girl who had been her rescuer in the woods shifted into view.  Her movements were uncharacteristically stiff as she approached.  Had she been hurt, too?  She was no healer, but she had learned enough from Blondine —

But everything was happening too fast, and there were too many individuals to keep track of.  Neptune eyes grazed over the thick, knotted flesh along her side and shamefully, the raven shied from the physician's liquid gaze.

The Aralez melted into her prickly brown lamb and something about it wounded the outsider.  I want to be loved, too, she thought, wondering why she was not capable of such cordial salutation.  Had she not already been addressed, she would have peppered the silken sheepdog in thankful kisses.

She was not allowed to linger on it long before her attention was forcefully returned to her wounded ghost.  What had this girl that Indra had captivated want to do with her?  She curled next to her protectively as Yakone emerged from between her mother's crouched form, hobbling out into the fray.

The raven whined.