Wheeling Gull Isle You asking me to stay

One of the silhouettes in the distance paused and circled back; the Aralez materialized before Phex and inclined her tapered muzzle in a gentle nod. “Do you need something?” she wondered, and cocked her finely drawn head to the side as she stepped a few paces nearer with her nose quivering inquisitively. Neptune eyes were luminous with compassion as she closed in on the stranger, leaving a meter or two of space in case Phex proved flighty or untrustworthy. Seelie did not speak, but her ink-feathered tail swayed faintly betwixt her hocks in an overture of goodwill and her tufted ears drawn forward upon her skull with unfeigned interest.