Wheeling Gull Isle Fallen from God Fallen from grace

Repair - their relationship has become after the burn of agitation smolders away, after Rhæ woke to an ambered orb peering into her own. It's unsettling, this tightwire they walk between ally and uncertainty - Rhælla's eye often trailing, finding searchingly. 

Pause she does, starting slightly as a surprised orb of amethyst found him amongst the shadows - glooming not unlike the ghost of a haunt but resoundingly right nestled amongst darkness, as if embraced and at home. 

It would be a lie to say she knew him well; yet, even the wisp hears the jest in his tone - a grin breaking across her features as she dared draw a few steps closer. 

"Aye," she agrees in a soft purl, "all men strangely enough - save for Padma." Slender caps of ebony rose and dropped in a slight shrug, uncertain what to make of this coincidence but not overly concerned. 

"Mayhaps I'll need to return to the mainland soon; scrounge up some womenfolk," comes her next words in the tone of a joke, somewhat hesitant as she extends this camaraderie to him - hopeful though a voice whispered she should expect venom in his gaze, a lash to his tones at any moment. 

"Do you fret - worried there will be no body to warm you when the winter comes?" She dared to tease in return, a soft and breathy chuckle breaking against the night air.