Wheeling Gull Isle he tried to reason with the sky and the clouds

@Strand only — for now at least.

Something in him had shifted ever so slightly, not enough to outsiders but enough to himself. A desire had bloomed within him. He had mulled on it though as he typically did. Waited a few days to make sure it was not a fleeting thought that had simply been brought on by who knows what. Yet the clock kept ticking and his thoughts had not shifted very far. He knew, that morning, that it was time to do something.

He slipped away from the tide pools looking like a disheveled creature. Perhaps he could find the island's blonde leader more inland. If not, well his call that he released for her would be easily heard here rather than near the crashing of the waves.