Wheeling Gull Isle but even gunmetal can warp

if no one takes this in a week's time, i'll just make it read only. ^-^

atausiq returns in the mid-afternoon from his brief trip to easthollow; burning off the worst of the flames of ire that had licked at his belly and scorched his heart on the trip back to the coast. he wasn't sure why he thought it could go anyway other than it had ...but he supposed he hadn't been aware just how deep resentment could run in his family. how deeply they felt he didn't deserve his happiness just because he hadn't found it with them. his stomach twists with another swell of ire; restrained as he trudges along the beach of the isle. who cared who donated their seed to his budding family?

who cares, who cares, who cares ...

he is their father. not some faceless, nameless donor whom probably didn't know, and even if he did wouldn't care ( an unfair assumption but how he feels nonetheless ).

his mood is sour; if it were possible a dark cloud would hang over the young emperor's head storming down upon him. he knows he have to shake it off before returning to the birthing den. he doesn't want the seadragons to pick up on the turmoil surging like the angry sea within him. and... he didn't want to worry hua. he inhales and pauses in his steps, peering out at the mainland with steel in his heart and turns his back on it as he heads inland of the isle.