Wheeling Gull Isle felt your heart

ok. huojin nodded his head in agreement, then resumed his checking of the pools. haoming’s words played on in the background, hardly acknowledged until: no.

huojin’s hackles bristled, though his expression was clearly one of fear rather than aggression. 没有海, he barked. haoming couldn’t have understood, nor could he have explained.

hesitant but determined, he turned back toward the tidepools, keeping a careful eye on haoming should she decide to force him underwater. then, 一条鱼, which he would promptly present.