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

Rhælla listened attentively - trying so very hard to uphold the ideals of a good leader, embracing the role now that appeared she might actually hold it. 

"Well, I'm glad you're settling in well - both of you," she imparted with a sweet smile. "I don't know what's up with the crabs - usually they're pretty reclusive little creatures but they seem to have a personal vendetta against the two of you." Her star-dusted crown fell back as she laughed, making it clear she was only poking fun at the pair. 

"Exploring sounds great - I've gotten a start on the borders but my days seem to be filled with digging here lately. So much so that I haven't really gotten a chance to map the territory out yet," the dark fae shared, clearly weary but overjoyed to be working so hard. 

"Where should we start?" She asked Connor eagerly, turning towards the heart of the Isle with a curious gaze.