Wheeling Gull Isle blossom

ruo wandered of the coast, when she spotted a familiar, yet unfamiliar figure in the distance. she of course knew of all her cousins, even if they did not know her back, but truly knowing them was another task altogether. the general characteristics were a general for the forced interactions between families. but the siren was never close, especially to the further cousins, like the seadragon.

baby blues locked onto kun.. what the fuck is he doing.