Wheeling Gull Isle healing

She grinned at the girl’s words. It seemed she had impressed the youngling—which was something that her certainly not happened with the ghost. He’d only laughed at her attempts, which had embarrassed her and pissed her off. Well… he would get what was coming to him if they ever crossed paths again. (Or, you know, he’d just kick her ass again).

’I’m Padma Morningside, it’s nice to meet you.’

She felt cold all of a sudden at the girl’s words. This was the part where she was supposed to introduce herself, but she didn’t know her name. Didn’t remember it. Didn’t remember anything. “I’m…” Stranded on this fucking island. Stranded… “Strand!” Her tail thumped with joy that she had been able to think on her paws like that. Well… she wasn’t standing, but you get the idea. Strand, she repeated silently. Yeah. I like that. It sounds cool. 

Padma mentioned the ghost again and Strand shook her head. “I wasn’t scared,” she said. I didn’t have time to be scared during the fight. “Okay, it was kinda creepy when he was talking to no one, and he gave me this smile like something was seriously wrong with his mind, you know? But I wouldn’t say I was really scared.”

She paused, then, and looked Padma over. The girl seemed joyful and eager and Strand had a sudden idea. An inspiration. “Hey. So what are you doing out here, anyways? You lost or something?