Wheeling Gull Isle Four and twenty blackbirds

sweet things, gentle things, reed did not know she could feel so tender. stockholm introduces her (she casts him a warm look, obscured by the den's lighting, blessedly) and she creeps forward just slightly, amused as the disturbance rouses another and reed is greeted by a series of trills -- or rather their pater is, as the medic watches the sweetly unfolding scene.

thresher -- that's the name stockholm gives -- is looking to her, clearly wanting  but hesitating. the fearghal hums and nudges the mint forward once again, tapping the soft ground with one terracotta paw. "it's okay," she cooes, "you can have it, thresher." and the other, too -- ! though reed does not know her name yet and casts a curious glance to the gampr to see if he will supply the rest of his pearl's titles for her.