Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

With a curl of her stomach, Faeryn recounted Seelie’s joy at seeing her return to the island, the countless wags of the silky tail, the glee written over the seadog’s features, like a child at christmas. She pondered never seeing that face again, Stockholm’s, too, and her heart thuddered so sharply she thought it might explode right out of her chest, fleeing through the ivory of her ribcage-- but the deal was done. She would return to the island, one day, to visit. To bring gifts and beg for their forgiveness; she had to follow a new path, and with a sickening stab of guilt, she knew that the road she travelled led her away from the Gull Isle.

"I’m sure." A euphonious reply, swift and filled with certainty despite her worries. Idly, she wondered how many fresh starts, new beginnings, that the world would present her before snapping them up and denying the cover of her mistakes.

"Welcome to the Vartija, Faeryn."

The words that sealed her offer, bound her loyalty to Wintersbane and his crew, felt more powerful than she’d anticipated - amongst all the emotions that swept through her mind like the foam of waves dipping onto shores, there was a deeply enshrouded excitement. For a new future, and a tutorship that would aid her in seeking the balance she desired. "Thanks, sir." The sprite grinned, a teasing glimmer in her gaze.