Wheeling Gull Isle Fallen from God Fallen from grace

"Aye, I do, if I'm being honest," she laughed as she said it, deflecting the seriousniess of his inquiry for an air of jest. "Don't we all on some level?" 

"Mayhaps," the once Queen agreed, gentle as a morning breeze, with a soft twist of her lips - her own gaze drifting out to sea to join Rosencrantz's upon the waters. 

"But to many, to me, it sounds like what I imagine heaven to be like," she allowed herself to muse quietly, before she could question if she should. 

"If that is not what you desire - a wife to love and tend to your needs, children to fill your hearth, a pack to belong to, peers to stand by - then what?" The nightwisp asked of him, turning then to chance a look in his direction seekingly. 

"When you look forward, what do you see for yourself?" She dared even further, thinking it only fair - he'd asked first - though she wouldn't pressure him if he didn't wish to answer.