Wheeling Gull Isle i've got wide, staring eyes

maegi acknowledges her but it doesn't feel as if she's pierced the heavy veil of faith on them. this is some deep hidden power in the other girl that reed did not know about before. if she's being honest it scares her a little -- the power she wields comes from the earth and from knowing her place amongst the earth, things above the material world elude her and maegi seems so, so far away from her now.

rather than let it show, the fearghal girl straightens, her terracotta head lifting up with a lordly touch that she deign bestow a gift upon her friend so benevolently. "mint leaves," reed answers, nosing the bundle toward her, "i brought some for the babies but thought you could use the extra. they taste nice." the lines of her body are unrolled into overly-confident relaxation -- take it or leave it, her shoulders say, no matter to me. (of course underneath that -- if you don't take this nice gift i brought for you with proper appreciation, i will be quite upset.)