Wheeling Gull Isle that black dress got your boy seein' red

"that would be me," heda affirmed with a curve to her mouth. she liked that caracal had been out and about, speaking of sweetharbor, and enjoyed greatly that they had received visitors for it.
"would you like to come in, rhaegal?" she said, stepping back. "it's just caracal and i here. for now," heda added, a flush highlighting her cheekbone a moment. "sweetharbor is meant to be a place where even god rests."