Seaside Moors a gull was simply a gull

The birds called out and he watched them, his pale eyes bright, while they swooped overhead. He should've been watching Meteora to better gauge her mood, her wants, her needs. But the birds were so beautiful. A small smile tugged at the corners of his dark face, but it faltered as Meteora's attention drifted towards him. She was watching the birds as well, but he did not wish to displease her - or earn her condemnation - for being distracted again. Like a child being caught somewhere he shouldn't be, Astraios ducked his head and picked up his pace, following after the siren dutifully.