Wheeling Gull Isle santeria

It was clear that at first she did not remember — and Komodo began to prepare himself for a reintroduction — but then, with a rush and a start, she did remember! The girl [nay, young woman] stumbled in the shallows under the weight of her recollection and the shaman couldn’t help but feel a sharp grin stitch across his maw, enthused by the reaction he elicited from the silken yearling. Her movements were emotive and finespun even in their haste, so much so that the man found himself wondering how he had not recognized her immediately; she still seemed the lively thing she was from her youth. 

Though she reeled, the scene was still relatively muted; silence only broken when a solitary, hearty chuckle rose from the brute’s tongue. ”It’s great to see yah,” he drawled laughingly, rising upon travelhardened limbs to meet her down the beach, closer to the waves — the man slowed to a halt, leaving a stretch of sands between their beings. He would let her come to him; she seemed such a skittish little thing, and he would be loathe to scare her off so soon.

Komodo was not a man to stay in one place for too long; as such, it was not often that he got to follow up with his patients — or, in this case, his patients’ family. “How’ve you been?” he inquired sincerely, his thick northern’s tail making wide, low sweeps behind him. Coelacanth had always been something of a mystery to him; she had been silenced long before their paths intertwined upon Riptide’s coast. She had been nothing more than a young girl, and he nothing more than a transient shaman [hired to use his medicines and sapience to mend her grandfather’s wounds] so their interactions had been few… but still, there remained a great affinity. 

“How’s that old man of yours? Still kicking, is he?” Komodo lifted his head and tested the air with several audible sniffs, just case the rest of the family was nearby… The family had been intact when he parted, and had heard no news on them on the road, so the earthstalker saw no reason for them to be together now. However, the air smelled of nothing but brine [and distinctly of [i]her]... but nothing else. His gaze slid back to meet hers, full of questioning. She was alone.

“C’mere” he invited with a strong burr, as if she were still the young girl he knew all those months ago.