Wheeling Gull Isle mitexi

She was a little late to the scene, but there nonetheless. The blue dove gazed around at the figures gathered with a soft smile on her face, the sun creating little twinkles in her eyes. Faeryn's tail lazed gently at her hind, swaying occasionally in the pleasant atmosphere of this event. Her ears cupped forward, listening intently as Seelie spoke, though her vision drifted slightly to Reed and Droman, nodding her head to them in appreciation - the first youngsters born into Undersea.

When the time came to sing, she eagerly tipped her head back and joined Seelie's howl, feeling a warmth spread through her mind and body. It was times like this that she was reminded how lucky she was to belong somewhere, to have a home.