Wheeling Gull Isle mitexi

oh, a celebration for her? about time, although reed doesn't know she's the subject of this little get-together yet. she does recall mama speaking of the mitexi, the details largely over her small red-furred head. as far as she's concerned she's already an adult -- a rite of passage, or whatever, is just icing on the cake.

still, when coelacanth issues summons, reed has the sense to go to her, her expression wide at the sight of the deer and fish, the flowers, at the caldera -- it's beautiful and clearly special. her slight form swells with self importance as she approaches, drawn to the colors like a moth to the light. she lowers herself in greeting the adults, taking up place with polite silence despite the obvious curiousity writ on her features.