Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

rannveig paused heavily, in disbelief, as mona uttered those words: what was an island?

there was no disdain in his voice, but there was a twinge of doubt in it - was an island that rare here? he thought he had seen one up the coast... but maybe, the girl had never been that far. she certainly looked more like a woodland nymph than a water-sprite: her features were soft, her eyes deep and intelligent -- not at all the rough, wind-worn shape of the wolves he knew.

"an island is a formation of land surrounded on all sides by water. like this --" he got up and trotted to the surf, raking in a circular motion in the sand. soon rivulets of water bled into the rough gouge, and the raised sand in the center sat above the glinting surface of the water. "only bigger of course." he grinned warmly, looking at that murkwater gaze once more: she held his gaze in such a captivating way it seemed hard for him to keep his composure. "is silver creek far from here?"