Wheeling Gull Isle when she strut, she got (body and blood)

hm. "i never said you were stupid," reed says plainly, casting her gaze back to the ruined face of her companion from the wildflowers. (she'd just thought it. sort of!) still, when she speaks again, her voice has lost some of it's haughty edge. "an island is land surrounded by ocean on all sides," she explains, "i don't know if there's any others along this coast besides this one, but i think this one's the biggest." 

maegi's attention is on the horses, not on her. she allows herself a tiny huff. "horses," she answers, stepping up to brush her shoulder against maegi's -- pay attention to me! -- taking on a slightly mischevious look. "we can get closer, if you'd like," she offers. chasing horses and such is not the sort of thing reed normally goes for -- she's much more excited by cataloging the flowers, for instance -- but if it will win her back into maegi's good graces, she'll go for it.