Wheeling Gull Isle finrona

heda had never seen a jasmine flower before, but she would have found its lushness and inviting nature fitting for the other in front of her.
the wind caught her crimson hackles and she felt scorched through and through. jasmine's face felt so innocent juxtaposed against her own.
she looked down at the blossoms and blinked. rose and gold, superimposed atop the purple. suddenly she felt very guilty over her mean thoughts regarding the other. jasmine was radiant and kind.
like him.
"thanks. i'm sorry, i — like i saw you arrive but wasn't sure how to ... um. approach, maybe?" amazing. smooth. 
"it's just been me and bartholomew for a little while, you know? i've gotten standoffish." wow was she rambling? she completely was. "have you seen all of the island?" heda said, gathering the flowers. "i could show you around."