Wheeling Gull Isle Demanding my mind be set free

Since she had returned to Undersea without her sweetest child, Reigi had not been sleeping well.  The winter raven had @Komodo to lean on and to study, but he was not her daughter.  She would always miss those she lost.  She ran over their names in her mind over and over; young Marten the soft, dark Nunataq the fierce, and sweet-perfect @Yakone.

She was used to the sand now, though the water still scared her.  She had just happened by Faeryn's den and heard the telltale suck of air.  Tentatively she pulled close and offered her usual halting greeting.  H-hallo.