Wheeling Gull Isle malivore

Sister -- A voice calls to her across the sand, and so Nukilik stops mid-stride and turns sharply, too sharply. It is enough of a jolt to make her wince and drop her head down to compensate; an odd feeling she does not like. Once the spasm is gone she relaxes a little bit and has a moment to look around properly. Are you alright?

A soft voice spawns from a slender woman not far off; are all of the women of the island such beauties? Hua with her sea-glass eyes, Ying with her rugged body and snow-white coat. Now this one, bathed in shades of moonlight. Even from a distance Nukilik can see a family resemblance. They all have the same eyes, she thinks.

Better than yesterday. Nukilik replies, trying to sound up-beat. Her voice is straining a little bit. Rather than close the distance to the stranger herself, she settles against the wet sand - reclining for a rest - but keeps her attention focused on the other woman. The oddest part of the exchange for Nukilik is being called sister. This strikes a chord deep inside of her; she has never been a sister before.