Wheeling Gull Isle a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied

There was no recognition in her eyes as he made his way to her – he was met with a flash of surprise, and as she quietly stumbled over her words, it was not missed by the wraith the way she held herself firmly to the side of the golden male – and how he, in turn, seemed to unfurl himself almost protectively around her. His own features withheld the stoicism he now felt – the finally branches of familiarity to Donnelaith and family slipping away from any grasp he could have imagined as it occurred to him then that Aria was gone. He could not pretend to understand what had happened to her – had she any semblance of her old self, even the name Mayfair would have struck emotion with her. But it did not, and Constantines fiery eyes swept over the pale dove before him, enclosing his sadness, and reeling fro this very fact.
 
It was the final nail in the coffin of the old Constantine Mayfair. There would be no turning back now – Donnelaith lay in ashes, his sisters likely burned with it and his father’s own body long gone. Now, the one friend he had left was also gone – and while something within him stirred insistence to continue – to evoke her memory, he knew then it would almost be a disservice to her. Why should Aria have to live with the pain of loss when she had seemingly escaped it?
 
Goodbye, Aria, his mind quietly spoke, and with a casual lilt of his tainted lips, the Mayfair withheld a lofty casualness to his posture – albeit one that spoke of submission to the large tawny wolf. For now. The ways of Tartok now thrummed in his chest – challenge was not a key plan at the moment, and until the wolf before them proved otherwise with any leading capabilities, Constantine would simply wait and see.
 
And he would stay. “Don’t worry – it was simply in passing,” he offered, maintaining an air of casual conversation. As if he had not held feelings for the woman before him – the very woman who had lit up at the sight of Floki on Moonspear, and now clung to the male at her side. He could not chase ghosts – not any longer. She would be better off without him.. and the island was large enough that he could maintain a distance between them.