Wheeling Gull Isle and when you move, I'm moved

A voice she hadn’t heard for what felt like eternities drew Seelie to the Strand in an outright sprint. She’d been working on replanting the gardens, which had been demolished during the storms and would take months to fully rebuild. Things were going as well as could be expected in the winter months, though, and with all of the Seelholms healthy and home, she couldn’t ask for more. She catapulted to the water’s edge and then dug in her heels a safe distance away from Dawn, sending up wings of buttersoft sand, all silver and gold. Her immediate reaction was not joy but concern, though, given Aditya’s treachery and the long lull of time that had passed. “Peace be, Dawn,” she breathed softly, and crossed the distance to the girl, her muzzle outstretched and her tail fluttering in a shyly effusive manner.