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

His mention of sinkholes gave her pause, thinking of the unexplored depths with new worry. "I didn't notice any of the floors dropping off nor did they appear to be treacherous but we should spread word that the caves are untested. We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt," the black pearl fretted. 

There was unconcealed awe showing on the copper male's stunned features, a sight that brought an impish little grin to her own lips - amused by Connor's reactions to the breath-taking caverns. 

Mention of his homeland's religion pricked her ears to attention, crown tilting as her remaining optic flicked to him curiously. "Aye, we have them too - at least those that keep the olde way do. Though those places are within the forests - not caves or near water." 

"It's simply too great to keep under wraps or use only for religious purposes," the exile murmured gently, not wanting to push aside his beliefs yet firm in her own. 

"Our members would benefit greatly from such a location," she went on to add, softening the blow. It would provide dens, communal areas, storage, room for gatherings - Rhælla could scarcely believe their luck.