Wheeling Gull Isle how to call on old gods

*snatches wild claim thread* 
sorry she's greedy 

It felt strange for Maera to be here.
Still, this feeling of discomfort was not always present, it came and went periodically as the waves reached the shore only to leave once more. Currently the Sveijarn drowned in a sense of uneasinesss. Yet, not for one second did it cross her mind to leave.
She wouldn't.
Couldn't.

When Maera had woken, the pastel hues from the sunrise and Axolotl were long gone.
She figured he had left to continue what they had left from the day before when in a beautiful casuality, an unexplicable luck, they had again crossed paths. For a second, she resented that he had gone without her, that he had not woken her. Even if Maera had offered to help everyone involved in the disaster, it was for him and him alone she had come in the first place. His silent departure made Maera's thoughts become tangled.

After a giving the tufts of fur on her chest a couple of licks in a feeble attempt to flatten them, the fiery Sveijarn began to give herself a tour of the island.