Wheeling Gull Isle eeyore's house

Some time and distance from The Event had left Moorhen with a little more understanding of what had happened. She allowed that - perhaps! - with a little more warning and a with something she was less possessive over, the game might have been enjoyable. Thus, when Mou lifted the stick and began dragging it toward her, her tail fanned a bit fast, a dark flag in the cool, salty air.

Moving forward in what could only be described as a prance, Moorhen made a gentle grab for the other end of the stick and made to drag it away from the muted male. Her ears swiveled uncertainly atop her dark head, the pale markings on her cheeks almost like blush on her face as she showcased her discomfort and uncertainty over this act. But her eyes were bright and wholly willing, so long as this action did not make Mou as angry as his earlier actions had made her.