Wheeling Gull Isle xxii. when the past ain't been that friendly to you but there's magick in that

@Daegon

The walk was a silent one, the dark wisp left to simmer in what remained of her ire, marinate in her own insecurities - brought forth by Rosencrantz barbed words. 

She did not pay attention to where they were headed initially, too preoccupied by her tumultuous emotions, but as the sound of waves pricked her auds, her violet halfgaze lifted with clarity to recognize their cove. 

She shot her mate a small, grateful smile though it was somewhat hesitant - uncertain what he made of Rosencrantz's exaggerations and accusations. The noxwisp could only assume he had given her the peace of quiet, led them here, to allow her to collect her thoughts which was much needed after the dramatic confrontation. 

"You have questions, I'm sure," the Seelie murmured at last in her mother tongue, breaking the silence as she drifted to the edge of the tide - allowing the waves to break over her toes gently, ticklishly.