Wheeling Gull Isle on the line between gaia and poseidon

Currituck continues to grow confused, despite understanding (for the most part) what’s being said. It’s cute and funny and she wants to mimic it but the girl stays quiet. There isn’t any snow here but the wind is chilly. If she gets out of it, maybe it won’t be so bad. Already, it’s better than the glacier.
 
“I stay,” she says, unintentionally mimicking Seelie. “I will go back to my family and tell them where I am… um, after storm?” she says. She’s certain she can get back on her own, she’d traveled all this way and she’ll just… go back the way she came, of course!