Wheeling Gull Isle the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking

aria hides. she has met only one wolf upon this island and their interaction went smooth enough, but the storm is anger now than ever. she does not want to be near it, does not want to be pulled into the tide. quietly, she huddles inside a small cavern that she found. there was another creature inside, but she killed it, deciding now that she needed it... probably, anyway.

she wants to find the man she'd mad acquaintances with, but is afraid of the outside. she wants to make sure he's safe but, she can only assume he can handle himself. she remains in the cavern and thinks of other things-- happier things. she thinks of her mother and her sisters and, eventually, even with the pounding storm outside, she drifts asleep. she dreams of a memory, a conversation with a man named james. he is gray and they have a lovely conversation on the beach. somehow, aria finds him eerily realistic... but when she wakes, she will feel that it's only a dream.