Wheeling Gull Isle To the strand a picnic plan for you and me

She nodded in agreement, certain that they would manage to get at least the majority of any kill back to the Isle - no matter which tactic they used. 

His skepticism caused laughter to burst from her lips, nodding along  as her eye crinkled with mirth. "Aye, I thought it a wild tale too," she admitted with a little shake of her head and a doubtful snort, who'd ever heard of a chattering bird? 

"Come," she beckoned eagerly as Rosencrantz expressed his desire, dancing backwards to whirl on dark paws. The celestial picked up a jaunty trot - not wanting to push him after a tiring journey but more than excited to show him their discovery - as her lavender gaze darted back over her shoulder now and again, as if to assure herself that he truly followed.