Wheeling Gull Isle i’m not superstitious, but i’m a little stitious

Coelacanth was grace embodied, and Venninne, strength. All of her previous role models had come from the Woods, and while they were noble creatures, it was impossible to deny the darkness within them all. These two women were good, the first truly good creatures she'd been around for an extended period of time. It was baffling, and it took her aback, awash in a tidal wave of nameless emotions.

Maegi cuddled up to Venninne, closing her eyes in momentary bliss as Coelacanth drew her tongue over her ears--no one had touched her so for a long time, not since childhood. A childhood she barely remembered, after all this time. Perhaps this was a second chance at those halcyon, sun-filled days.

"Thank you," she whispered, looking between the two of them. She made no move to leave, remaining by their sides for as long as they would allow. Whatever demons were in their pasts, they did not linger here. The island was safe harbor, a place to heal.