Wheeling Gull Isle — then the women got all loud

gonna wrap bc girly is ppcd

Seeing Aoibh slip into herself so naturally caused Huā to smirk, slightly charmed by her odd accent and blunt nature. No, do not worry! How can I judge you- my voice is this! I like your accent. Huā purred, reaching out to give Aoibh a little reassuring nudge at the shoulder. Their voices didn't make them strange; they made them beautiful. That was what Huā thought, anyway. Even as she had never put in an effort to learn English, and it had only naturally slipped into her knowledge over time, she was proud that her accent would always remain no matter how she perfected her grammar. It was like carrying around a token of home that anyone could see. 

The two would chat a little while longer, Huā always dancing the border of friendly and flirtatious- until the fae eventually had to leave, and Huā watched her silhouette dissappear along the horizon.