Wheeling Gull Isle give thanks to the deep

It had been a fierce display to witness as she morphed from a blazing fire to simmering embers of emotion.

Manners quick. Right. Maybe he had surprised her and well, he had sort of been freaked when Ruvik did it to him. She had a right to be displeased with him. Still he hung relatively similar in position even as she smoothed out some. A sharing of names felt like a good place to start this off.

Oleander. Offered with a little bit more of a friendly sway to his tail. Patiently he waited for her to return a name as he...just sort of figured she would.