Wheeling Gull Isle blue flower

She felt bad, at least somewhat, for the golden-hued man that she left behind. She galloped toward Heda and buried her muzzle in that pale ruff, if the woman would allow. Taking in her scent, the salt of it, the—

Something different.

She backed away, taking steps back, looking at her friend.

And then back, to the stranger. Feeling awkward and out of place. I—we're not together, she remarked. I was just looking for you. And he. . .I don't know.

She stepped back, allowing @Everett to come closer.

Someting was off.

What?!