Wheeling Gull Isle And basically I've gotta know

She falls back at his touch, turned pliant and malleable by their lovemaking; the wisp reclines against the sand, a hazy grin playing at her bruised lips. 

"Perfect," she purrs, batting a dark paw to brush along his ribcage reassuringly - she wanted this, wanted him. "And you?" the Lady lilts with the same veiled question, gaze clouding worriedly. 

Maybe it wasn't as good as he'd hoped - maybe he didn't want his brother's damaged goods as much as he thought. 

Rhælla banished the poisonous thoughts, new nervousness rising within as she summoned her courage - planting a chaste kiss on his umber cheek demurely. 

"Thank you," Rhæ whispered as her cheeks were lit afire, gaze dropping, "for.."

"For showing me what it's supposed to be like," the obsidian sylph stuttered out, voice dipping to a hush - reluctant to ruin it with mention of Lucavon but needing to say it anyways.