Wheeling Gull Isle You Dream About Going Up There, But That is a Big Mistake

His answer drew her brows together in confusion, but she let it slide--for now--letting him speak in his fractured, nervous way. How was one born from the sea? As far as she knew, you got too far down into the water, you drowned. That was the whole of it.

Then again, though. . .the injured boy had come to them directly from the sea. Had it been like that, for Driftwood, too?

Maegi would have been happy to answer his question about seashells before his follow-up query; her face darkened suddenly, and she turned away, her stomach churning. Euron. She heard his voice in her head, like he sat right there, whispering in her ear. As if he had never left her--as if she hadn't chosen to let him go, she amended bitterly, frowning.

"For the you, now."

And a shiny black feather, the feel of it silky under her paw.

"Not really," she answered succinctly, still looking out to sea. "I've been paying more attention to the things crawling around. Trying to make sure they don't, like, bite me, or whatever." His second question was left unanswered; he would receive no answers, and he would see the back of her tail receding quickly into the distance if he were to press the issue.