Wheeling Gull Isle And basically I've gotta know

If her kiss was a question mark then his was an ! of eager, fearless answer. 

Rhælla felt her heart stutter in her chest with joy, throb with the ache of how she had pined for him. His lips danced over the ruins of her features, dew beading on her lashes as they rained over her scarred throat - coaxing a murmur of curiosity from its depths. 

The wisp could not restrain herself from pressing into him, spine bowing as she extended on her toes to reach for her northerner - muzzle burrowing into the russet and gold of his ruff. Yet, Daegon withdrew, causing her gaze to rise to his hesitantly; her tongue darted with a flash of pink, the wisp whetting her lips as she searched for rejection. 

Her dark crown bobbed at the question in his eyes, the fae chewing her lip as a shy smile bloomed upon her onyx features. 

Maybe it would be strange at first - they'd grown in their time apart, they would need to learn each other again. 

But she'd long ago given him her heart - she could not deny it him now, not for insipid fear.