Wheeling Gull Isle if only time flew like a dove

This was all so confusing! What was wrong with her eyes? Moorhen blinked at him, as though this might clue her in, but her eyes felt the same as always. Perhaps she was just making a strange face? Wait - was he making fun of her? Her eyes narrowed as this occured to her, but just as quickly, she decided that he was being genuine. And, apparently, he was afraid of her.

This revelation surprised Moorhen moderately less than the rest of them. If she was anything, she was scary, right?

Before she could really decide if she'd rather be scary or stunning, Driftwood was saying more words. Too quickly and too strung together for her to really get the whole picture, but what she heard was certainly enough! She was stunning and she smelled nice and she was a good leader and... small? Maybe she'd misheard that. Either way, Driftwood didn't seem to think it was a bad thing! Maybe she was alright at this flirting business. It seemed to be going rather well, at least!

"I - thank you," she replied, flustered by all this praise. He suddenly seemed very close to her, though, so she took a measured step back, not really sure how to proceed anymore. More than anything, she wanted to retreat back to solitude so that she could process the conversation at her own speed. However, it seemed sort of impolite to bow out, now. "Seelie said I am good girl," she added, because she hadn't noticed him saying that, and she wasn't sure if he hadn't known or if he had just forgotten. Because obviously if he was trying to list all her good qualities, the polite thing to do was help him out. Luckily for them both, she was out of ideas after that. "You are good boy," she added, just to reciprocate. "And - um. Smell nice." Even though he smelled mostly just like a wolf. He didn't smell bad, at least.