Wheeling Gull Isle shaolin monk motherfunk

vague post is vague. also, obligatory "WIIILLLLSOOOOON"

She went through these past couple of days in a stunned haze, unable to process what had happened. Terrified of the inside of the territory, now, she skirted the borders, gazing numbly out to the sea. A pale silhouette in the moonlight grabbed her sparse attention, at least, and Maegi hobbled that way, face blank and impassive as she approached, barely sizing up the stranger.

"Who're you?" she asked flatly, blinking once or twice before falling silent, waiting for the young woman's response. She smelled like she had been all sorts of places, and while normally this would have Maegi begging her for stories, right now she didn't care. Even the sound of her own voice was alien to her, and the sound of another's would be even more so.

But it kept her clinging to life, to hear others speak; otherwise, she was trapped in a cocoon of her own thoughts, reverberating around her skull like calls of angry songbirds. Pecking, picking, eating away at her. Gnawing at her bones.