Wheeling Gull Isle finrona

Heda seemed flustered. Shy, maybe. Jasmine remembered how she used to skirt around strangers - how she still did at times. Maybe Heda was the same.

That somehow made her feel a little better, a little calmer herself.

“Don’t sweat it, we’re cool,” she said with a smile and a shrug, “I’ve been on my own for a while too, I totally get it.”

She wanted Heda to feel good with her, whether her stay was temporary or more permanent than she’d originally thought. Her eyes brightened at the other woman’s invitation.

“I’ve only seen a little, the coast and forest, mostly,” and while she’d enjoyed those places, she itched to see something new, with someone new, “I’d love to see more! Especially with you, I bet you know all the coolest places to go!”