Wheeling Gull Isle the hour of death

Tagging leadership @Coelacanth @Stockholm; and tagging @Relmyna just so you see this too!

He took her words to heart; his heart, which had been obliterated so cleanly by Maegi's sudden appearance, by her banishing of him. Titmouse did not linger long in that spot once she'd sped off. He wanted to go after her — chase her until the world was dust and they were lost among the stars together, but she had been right to cast him away. It was for his own safety. He didn't like it, but she was protecting him. So, the young man had thought quickly and composed a strategy for his own survival.

He raced along the chilly beach until he came to the familiar land bridge that led to Undersea, and without calling for aid or alerting anyone of his arrival (in case Maegi's follower, the Redhawk, were to hear him), he charged along the bridge until he came to the island's edge. It wasn't the best place for him to hide; the island might have been far removed from the mainland (especially so when the bridge was submerged) but it was small, with few places for him to hide. For now, Titmouse lingered on the beach and crawled haphazardly across the scattered rocks and shells, until he found himself situated beside a few large logs cast aside by the tide - some boulders too, anything that he could hunker beside while he awaited his inevitable discovery.