Wheeling Gull Isle xvi. i knew of a girl with roses in her hair and blood on her lips

Botany gathered betwixt ink jaws, the Lady continued on - star-dusted crown swaying with each step as lilac danced over the blossoms seekingly - only to stop at a cluster of horsetail, gently extracting the plant roots and all. A soft croon hummed from her throat, tuneless, a jumbled melody thrown together. 

The soft sound, beginning to take on hints of Lirean ballads, died in her throat as the wind carried the scent of female to her. It could only have been Padma, who was the only other woman upon the Isle. (Her quip to Rosencrantz was quickly cementing into a true idea - upon foundation she would need to take to the Coast in search of women, unclaimed and willing to join.) 

Rhæ slipped closer, realizing the russet girl was in the midst of fishing and not wanting to disturb or startle her. She rested the bunch of plantstuff at her paws, straightening to watch Padma fish with a curious eye.