Wheeling Gull Isle daggers and diamonds

Sorry for the wait on this! No posting order from here on out.

@Faeryn and @Lainie, feel free to hop in late.

The Gampr’s brow furrows when he takes note of the empty spaces where Faeryn and Lainie ought to be, but he busies himself with those who are present and participating. He grins at Driftwood’s jesting, and the tiny puppy who is latched to his forelimb. “I’m too far gone,” he quips. “You’ll have to go on without me.” A gentle smile is given to Maegi, then, and he pitches his voice to carry, but his gentle golden eyes remain on the Melonii’s two-toned ones. “As some of you’ve guessed, we’re here today to celebrate Maegi’s Mitexi. Today she’ll take the rank of Daggertooth alongside Reed and Droman. In a few short months, she’ll be a full-fledged Seawolf.” He pauses, leaning forward to nudge his broad muzzle against the underside of the girl’s chin in an affectionate gesture if she will allow the contact. He knows, of course, that Maegi might want to leave the island someday; there are few secrets between the Aralez and the Overseer.

Catching sight of Rokig, he utters a low chuff of greeting, motioning that the compactly-built wolf should come closer. His eyes fall warmly upon each member of his family, in particular upon Reed and Droman, who have been through this so recently — and then he looks back to Maegi.

“Reed and Maegi have already grown to be accomplished healers, and Seelie and Hemlock wanted to give you both a gift. There are two gardens on Wheeling Gull Isle right now — this one, and the one to the west of Coaltree Rise. Hemlock and Seelie are here to help you with whatever you need and will continue to tend them accordingly, but these gardens are your domain now. This way, no matter where you wander, you’ll always have a place here. Always.”

He looks to his mate, who nods solemnly. “We’re also gathered here to mourn.” Again, he looks for Faeryn in particular, but when he doesn’t find her, he moves on. “I don’t know how many of you knew Grayday, the leader of Morningside, but he passed away. His mate was Seelie’s cousin, and our firstborn son is named in his honor.” He grins as his mate begins to follow their firstborn son to the water’s edge. “Maegi, since it’s your day, we wanted to know if you wanted to be the first to learn the puppies’ names and share them with everyone.”