Wheeling Gull Isle healing

Wow, emotions.

Strand was deeply affected by Padma’s short tale about running away. She was more affected than she wanted to be. She couldn’t remember her own family. The sea was her creator and her destroyer. It had taken everything from her and spit her out on this island to begin again. But she ached to remember just a glimpse of her mother or father. Did she have any siblings? Had she been happy growing up? She desperately wished she knew the answers to these questions. She flinched when Padma asked about her family and kept her eyes on the pine-littered ground. Would she tell her or make up a story? Telling her would make her seem weak. But Padma had been kind so far and did not seem the type to revel in the weaknesses of others.

Strand sighed heavily and kept her gaze averted. “I remember nothing,” she whispered. “The sea stole my memory, my old life, when it swallowed me. All I remember is waking up this damned island.” Her voice was slowly rising in anger and passion. “The first wolf I meet in my new life is a crazy man who’s torn up my shoulder!” She was yelling now. “And now I’m stuck here, alone, until it heals enough that I can leave! And who knows when that will be!” She was breathing hard and her shoulder ached with every heartbeat. “I didn’t deserve this,” she ended bitterly, squeezing her eyes shut.