Coconut Grove Scattered hearts, broken glass.

The mountain of a woman had returned from the bay after her pleasantries with Wraen. She was a breath of fresh air; someone different and someone kind. She hoped she could visit her sometime, it would be nice to talk to her more.

Gracious reentered the grove, dodging some of the fallen coconuts that had nestled themselves in the sand. She would have to bite one open later to see what they had to offer, for now, she just assumed they were strange furry rocks. Though as she continued through the line of shade, the voice of another came into hearing distance. This voice didn’t belong to Tristan, the only member she’s knew belonging to Margaritaville currently (by name, at least).

They looked young, younger than herself. Gracious may earn the title of senior member while here at the grove, she’s surrounded what could probably be yearlings! Tristan sure is young, and these wolves ahead of her? Probably the same. She wondered how well she could play being the mother hen...

Stepping forward towards the duo, yet leaving enough room for the two to have their air, she let off a loud chuff to make her presence known. She hoped she wasn’t rude for interrupting whatever they were saying.