Wheeling Gull Isle Fallen from God Fallen from grace

sorry to hog your threads but I'm eager for these two to thread again XD

Night would set her apart from the forests of the Isle, limbs stretching in a double-suspended gait like a sighthound as the once Queen of Icadearian burned through the prickling anxiety that would not let her sleep. Whether it was apprehension of night terrors to come or worry over the work that needed to be done, Rhælla couldn't be certain. 

A fragment of the nite fallen to earth, the girl found her leaping gait skidding, slowing, dark muzzle rising to meet the cosmos as she reached the beach. Slower, contained, the aspiring leader picked up a relaxed trot along the sandy stretch - gaze wandering between the waves and skies as if unable to choose a favorite. 

Initially, she remained unaware of the ivory wraith's presence - passing by should he fail to call her attention to him - gaze admiring the crooked, abstract sculptures of stone.