Wheeling Gull Isle Touching Sand

 

Ceallach couldn't quite decided if he was happy here or not. He knew he wasn't happy - not with his mother barely cold and his father being....himself. Or not. And now Hemlock was saddled down with the children and it felt more than ever like just him and Eirlys. Still, Seri and Tapat were about so he had to take solace in some scrap of the familiar. "Further in it's different. There's firm ground, but, I haven't gone through too much of it." He admitted regretfully. He had the feeling that it was all so limited - this world couldn't replenish itself in the natural order as the outside could. "With Hemlock and the little ones...I've stayed around here." He explained. 

He turned his head to look towards the sea for a moment, the waves crashing and lapping on the shore. "The salt water is bitter, but, it's safe. Maybe this will be good for us in the long run." Ceallach couldn't predict what would happen or what might come to be but he could only hope that maybe they could rest and relax a little bit.