Wheeling Gull Isle i've got wide, staring eyes

hmm -- the fearghal certainly has several opinions to share on that but as maegi continues to speak she snaps her jaw shut, the slant of her gaze turning thoughtful-critical in that way it does for her. too sharp to be truly empathetic, but not quite judgemental in its observations, either. (or: judgemental, but not like, judgemental, you know?)

"bah," is what she says, tossing her head importantly. "i don't worry, i merely observe. you'll have plenty of time to see them when you're ready." unlike most reed does not find herself waxing poetic on how quickly the little ones grow -- maybe she's too young to feel the passage of time in that way, but as far as she's concerned they'll still be wonderful little delights in a few months or even years from now, who cares if you miss them at this particular junction. the dull quality to her friends voice is much more important now -- a shield, a barrier, one probably deserved but nonetheless. she wants to press. "you seem fine," she agrees, "at least physically. i can't comment on anything else." wink wink nudge nudge. "though i'm certainly willing to listen."