Wheeling Gull Isle i'm born again every time you spend the night

Of course the things Takara had done were noticed, in fact each day her faith in the woman grew stronger. The twinkling colors of the sea glass the creative she wolf had decorated the holes with greeted her each morning, much more pleasant than the harsh waking of the sun's rays. The fishing was helpful, even though more often than not nowadays she couldn't manage more than a few bites she still accepted them with thanks and a nuzzle. The love she'd felt before everything crumbled was rekindled but she had never been good with words or showing her feelings, the progress she'd made smiling and joking around freely with others and being so affectionate to Takara was in her eyes a lot. Wandering over the hills of the dunes that she'd taken to learning to keep her footing in sand on, she heard the faint notes of song and smiled immediately assuming the identity of the singer. Coming over the hill the seaglass gleamed from her standpoint, surrounding Takara in a heart shaped lightshow that had her breath catching in her throat. Heart skipping a beat she slid down the sandy hill a curious expression filled with warmth as she looked at the decorative display that had clearly taken work peering back up into the songbird's beautiful sky blue eyes. "Whats all this?"