Wheeling Gull Isle bleu, bleu, le monde est bleu

Words! They took her thoroughly aback, and she pulled away from Venninne, staring at her with delight. The woman looked. . .different. She just was different. She thought of meeting Komodo on the mainland, contemplated the absence of Yakone. She hadn't seen the girl--was she just hiding? Was she gone? What had happened?

Maegi held these inquiries back, knowing that it might be a difficult subject for Venninne. Instead, she nodded at the questions given her, glancing over at Blue. The grackle had puffed up at Reigi's too-close proximity, taking a few steps back and preparing to squawk. She, in turn, padded protectively closer, not exactly distrusting Venninne--but knowing that most wolves saw birds as food and not friends.

"Friend," she confirmed, nodding. "In my old home, there were the ravens--they didn't bother us, and we didn't bother them. We lived with them in peace. Blue and I are the same way." Thinking of journeys away, she looked once more at the woman. "Are you back to stay?"