Wheeling Gull Isle xvii. a girl with ache in her eyes and plucked skin

Rhælla grinned slightly, grateful he had agreed. It just felt awkward; even though she was to be their leader, something as simple as being called 'Miss' just felt too stern. 

She was just Rhæ. Even if she was going to be Lady Rhæ pretty soon. 

"Aye, it's good to be.." she stopped herself suddenly, realizing she had been about to utter the word, "back". That would only confuse her company, as it was common knowledge that the woman was foreign. 

"It's good to be home," she chirruped softly in its place, smiling to herself as her lilac gaze swept towards the beach - realizing that was what she truly meant, not to be here on this particular island but back where she belonged, at sea. 

"What of you? Is it suiting you well?" She asked as her gaze returned to Komal with a soft grin, wondering if he was a born and bred Islander as the Baffin wolf was.