Wheeling Gull Isle when i was a child, i caught a fleeting glimpse

Ah, so the time for elaboration was upon them.

Maegi dipped her head respectfully. She'd prepared for this. Mou is a warrior, a fighter, she said, gesturing toward her husband. He can help protect this place. As for me, I know some healing, and can care for children, too.

As long as they weren't hers, that was. She tended not to lose pups that weren't of her flesh and blood.

But hopefully that would suffice for the dark-headed leader. Maegi was still curious—her resemblance to that woman from the past was striking, though perhaps she misremembered, or her brain was exaggerating. She kept her eyes trained somewhere near the guardian's sternum, careful to show deference.

So different from Seelie. . .and yet, something about her reminded Maegi of the Corten, too. Maybe it was just the salt air entering her lungs again.