Wheeling Gull Isle I could stay here for a lifetime.

The raven dancer was given affection in return, a tiny pressure of a tongue and nose against her chin. This was where she was jealous of her siren queen, grateful that she allowed someone like her to be in charge of sure precious beings. It made her want some of her own but she shuddered on how to accomplish that, instead she focused on the koi dragon before her. Her belly up and exposed for an invited tickling, she would do exactly when she was told. Her nose skimmed over her pale belly fur before wiggling back and forth,  a smile blooming on her features. A sparkle in her eyes.