Wheeling Gull Isle The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions

"Splendid," she answered with a slow curl of a shy grin, gaze darting away as soft words rang in her ears, accompanied by the soft break of waves - honeyed eye shadowed by night and pale pelt turned silver by moonlight. It hadn't been romantic or anything of the sort but still, it lingered - leaving her bouyant. 

"And you? How does the Isle suit you after mountaineering?" The aspiring leader asked, hoping that her first two recruits had both settled well. 

"Aye, it seems like a promising territory for Aristos," the femme agreed, casting a fond gaze over their surroundings.