"Is it?"

"Well, I think so."

"Oh good."

"I guess you don't have anything to compare it to."

"I don't. I think I wouldn't have minded particularly if there had been no one around but I like that you were around."

"I'm glad too."

Grin.

Hug?

Hug! Wet wings are in the hug.

Mileda is a water spirit and wet wings do not bother her at allll.

Good.

So good. So hug.

Water has no idea how long it is normal to hug people.

Mileda lets go after an only slightly weird amount of time.

Water giggles.

"Hugs are a reason it's nice to have other people around."

"They're good!"

"They really are."

"I'm going to fly around," announces Water, spreading her wings.

"Have fun!"

"I will!"

She goes and flies around.

Mileda naps.

Water flies larger and larger circles around the island to see what there is nearby.

There is forest for a few miles on one side of the river and several more on the other. On the side with more forest, there is a small farming village on the other side.

Ooooooh, rectangles.

She goes back to the island.