Wheeling Gull Isle los caracolitos te esperan en la orilla

hi  <3 

After a couple of minutes of pacing, breaking into short sprints, and weaving through some of the isle's trees, the fiery Sveijarn allowed gravity to take ahold of her and without much grace dropped to the ground. She had tired herself out and now, mimicking a sphinx, she attempted to catch her breath once more so she could go back to trying to be useful.
You came here to aid, not lose it, she scolded herself, her tail lashing in a display of the annoyance she had not towards her actions or feelings but towards her impotence.
She hated not feeling in control of herself, feeling like a fire that swallowed everything whole. 

Little did she know her mini meltdown had been witnessed.
With her tongue hanging limply from her mouth as she tried to calm herself, and her own heaving drowning out almost every other noise, Maera almost missed the man's greeting. Inmediately, she pulled herself from the ground and searched for her one man audience.
Soon her hazel eyes fell upon his form; a handsome male with eyes of eyes of orangy gold.

"hello" she barked timidly, her body both preparing to flee or to flight though he gave no hint of aggresion.
Maera was just skittish and fearful of what she didn't know.