Wheeling Gull Isle bleu, bleu, le monde est bleu

It is good to be home.  Yakone has left her and it hurts.  Nothing can fill that void, but her paws are always busy in an attempt to forget.  There is a seal on Undersea's shore that is sundried and covered in flies.  She cannot bear to look at it.  

She is pricklier than usual, and she sweeps the island over and over, unwilling to rest.  Yakone will come home.  Yakone will come home.  Yakone will come — Maegi.  The girl enters her mind as she enters her vision, and she approaches from behind silently, eyes trained on the girl's bird.  As she moves to the Melonii's side, her head cocks in confusion.