Wheeling Gull Isle you sleep rather soundly for a murderer

Hope you don't mind me sliding in here :P

If any knew Faeryn, they'd be aware of her wandering tendancies. Rarely would she depart from the island's security,but one could often spy her dancing delicately around the edges of the island for no particular reason. She savoured the company of others, but still did she find herself pondering the goings of her past, sometimes even attempting feebly to remember whatever it was that she had forgotten - it was best to do such in her lonesome.

Today, however, the lithe dove found herself in the presence of... who was he? The small girl approaching held the familiar scent of the island and its inhabitants, but the strange man did not. Fae was aware that this alone was not necessarily worth any alarm bells, for most were welcome here, but that did not mean she could place her trust in him, either. Fae observed from afar, slight breeze ruffling her enchanting coat of blue - Fern approached with no hesitance. Perhaps she knew him?

Fae decided this was worth investigating. The svelte woman strolled gracefully over, drifting toward them like a delicate sea nymph, ears tipping forward upon her head. Only when close enough to speak did she, chuffing in greeting and allowing a small smile to adopt her feminine features. Hopefully this man wanted no harm.