Wheeling Gull Isle healing

Padma’s grin widened at the compliment, “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” She had no idea where this confidence was coming from. Padma wasn’t normally one to make pleasant conversation, but she found it easy to talk to Strand. So comfortable was she that Padma settled further into a prone position. Enjoying the way the sun beat against her pelt.

Her grin faded slightly, losing its hold of her eyes. Trying to pretend all was well she pushed the grin to remain, even the fake imitation was better than nothing. “Nope.” She cleared her throat, “I umm, ran away from home a long time ago. I haven’t seen anyone in my family since.” To emphasize the point she shrugged. “What about you? Where’s your family, I’m sure they must have been worried when the sea swallowed you up!” Padma didn’t know what a family connection felt like, but she assumed a family would worry. Had her family worried about her? She didn’t even know who had made it out of the fire. Maybe she didn’t have any family left…