Wheeling Gull Isle i'm growing and it hurts
All Welcome  June 04, 2018, 02:59 PM
Droman
Undersea
Daggertooth
Almost a year. It had been almost a year since Droman's birth, and while he remained a youth by any standard, his adult years were beginning to creep to the forefront. It was time that he settle on a trade, or else he run the risk of becoming just another name lost in the breeze. There were wolves who allowed themselves to come and go without leaving their mark on the world that they traversed, and while that nomadic life with no ties attatched did sound attractive to Droman's wandering heart, he knew that it wasn't the path he'd been destined to follow. 

It was clear which trade he wished to pursue, but it meant that he would need more practice by the shore. The moon sat high and aglow, watching down as he stepped carefully through the rising tides.
June 13, 2018, 10:04 PM
Maegi
Undersea
Guppy
The nights usually didn't bother her, but this particular evening, Maegi couldn't sleep. Restless, she climbed from her makeshift den in the brush, shaking herself off before taking a meandering path through the island forest. Her paws hit the sand softly, and she walked the edge of the trees for a while, skirting the beach. She was content to stay in the shadows until she saw a wolf-shaped form by the water, dark against the glittering waves.

Cocking her head, the girl trotted awardly towards it, a soft bark escaping her lips in greeting. The sand became suddenly hard, unchanging, under her paws as she drew closer to the waves. The water washed in, tickling her toes, and she watched as it receded. Then her eyes lifted to the figure.

It was a boy, about her age--was this Reed's brother?--playing in the surf. The sunlight gleamed off his pelt, an eye-catching mix of russet and gray, black and white. She was sure she'd never met him before, and any new face on the island, which was tinier even than Blackfeather Woods, drew her attention. Maegi wagged her tail, the ghost of a smile coming to her muzzle.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Not much of a hello, but she was curious.
June 14, 2018, 12:43 PM
Droman
Undersea
Daggertooth
A blanche girl approached, and although her appearance was...off-putting, Droman knew his manners. After offering a quick glance and a smile, he took the few steps back onto the shore. I'm talking to it, he laughed, not realizing how silly the practice sounded until after he'd already said it out loud, It's hard to grow up by the water and not become friends.

I'm Droman, he said, extending his snout for a nudge against the girl's shoulder as greeting. Who're you?
June 15, 2018, 10:33 PM
Maegi
Undersea
Guppy
Her eyes lit, intrigued. Perhaps it sounded silly out loud to most, but to her it was interesting. How else could she react? She had heard the voices of spirits, and spoken to Relmyna through a stone. There was more to nature than met the eye--she knew it had to be so--therefore, Droman speaking to the waves fit right in with her view of the world.

"What does the water say to you?" she asked, completely serious. "What do you talk about? I'm Maegi," she added, smiling shyly as he nudged her shoulder. She was unused to friendly touch; it had been so long, before the island, that someone had even cared to do so for her. Maegi didn't reciprocate, but beamed back, waiting for his response.
June 16, 2018, 10:06 AM
Droman
Undersea
Daggertooth
For a moment, Droman was frozen. Did she not think of him as a fool, or an over-imaginative child? Was there a chance that Maegi actually thought that there might be some validity to Dro's claims? That little gift of hope and encouragement went a long way with the boy; it would not be forgotten. It's quiet right now, he sighed, replacing himself at the foot of the waves and motioning for her to do the same, if she so pleased.

Sometimes, everyone comes out at once. You wouldn't believe some of the things that live here. Turning back with a wide smile, Droman glanced to see if Maegi was as interested as he had hoped. He bent down and nosed around in the sand for a few seconds, hoping to find a trinket that he might offer as an example, but there weren't any close enough to the surface. Oh, well. Next time.

Back to the dialogue. That's when we talk the most. But then there's nights like this where everyone is hiding. I don't know why they do it — not yet, at least. One day, Droman would know everything that there was to know about the waters, and he wouldn't have to wonder aimlessly anymore. I won't be mad if you think this is dumb, y'know.