Wheeling Gull Isle ultramarine

The proselytizer and the pragmatist warred within her; the former screamed out the names of the gods, urging her to tell Rokig, the latter petrified of what that information, when spilled, could do. In the end, she went with neither, giving a small shrug and a nod at his question. Yes, maybe one day. When she knew she could trust him fully.

The poisons were an easier matter, and to this Maegi smiled. "I promise," she said warmly. She looked down at the crabs on the beach. "Maybe we could test on the pinchers." That would sure show them, for locking onto her as that one had.

She didn't like to be too long away from the pups, and she shot Rokig an apologetic glance. "I've gotta go," she said, a little reluctantly. "I'll see you again soon--for that fishing lesson?" She gave him one last grin before hobbling away, exiting the beach and back into the brush, a much more familiar setting.

All the while thinking of Rokig, with his own demons. The smile that lit up his face.