Sing of Secret Sorrow

It seemed as though Deathbelle was more than on board with the idea. She confessed that it had been too long and Iolaire nodded in response. It had indeed been too long. At first, she was avoiding the woman just because her own feelings were so raw, but after that, once the move took place, she honestly hadn't had a moment to herself for a long time. It was difficult to breathe sometimes with how busy she'd been.

Belle chose a stretch of warm sand and Iolaire gladly slid into it to lay upon her stomach, hind legs stretched out behind her like some pretty little frog. Taking out one of the gourds, she slid it towards her friend. "Iolaire's special honey hibiscus mead, just for you." She tapped her own gourd against it and winked before pulling the cork and taking a long pull.

The speckled fae mentioned everyone settling in well. "Aye, everyone seems to be settling just fine. The Armada is growing. New recruits, though some of them seem rather useless." She shook her head. "How are things going on your end? What's new?" She was genuinely curious as to what had been going on in Deathbelle's world. It had been too long, as they'd agreed.