Wheeling Gull Isle spichen

the golden eyes were more tired now, set further back in their silver holdings, but no less welcoming. "everett," heda sighed, "how good to see you." she looked toward his gift, tail shifting, and smiled widely. "i think they'd like it a lot," the young mother said, motioning him closer.
her eyes took him in. "how have you been, everett?"
and then; "would you like to meet them?"