Wheeling Gull Isle xxi. beautiful black child

A misplaced step fluttered her auds, sent pensive lilac over her shoulder to land upon Connor - whom was doing a rather poor job of inching away from the scene. 

Rhælla felt her lips press into an amused smile though she tried hard to repress it, for she didn't want to embarrass the bronzed warrior. 

"Connor," she called to her friend welcomingly, "you need not skulk away. You've not disturbed me." A chiming laugh escaped, assuring him all was truly well.