Wheeling Gull Isle here we go.

There she was upon her den, a little place where she and their son held the privacy they needed. Ruo, even more so, who was a very quiet and reserved woman. Still too this day she was like a mythical creature to him, a siren born of both the sea below and the moon above. A star in his life he could not even begin to grasp for himself and himself alone. Even as they bore a child together, Aiolos could never call her his. Perhaps, he never would. Though there was a bitterness in this. He longed her and though he had had her in a simple term other men may have figured, she was still so far from his reach. 

Ruo... Came a delicate purring of her name as amber eyes looked down the length of her chest to their son, and he smiles before meeting his mother's attention again.  However a backdrop in the distance to this pack she had been, Aiolos always seemed to find her priority in his life.