Wheeling Gull Isle life is too short for bad vibes

he watched her emerge from the mouth of the den just enough to hold a conversation with him, before a regretful gaze fell to the floor. "ying is gone." he was oblivious to the fact she already received and processed the news. truth was, he still hadn't quite accepted that fact, even if others had. "i looked, i tried to find her...". he trailed off, knowing no excuse was worthy enough for the disappearance of his dear friend.

"but i don't think she wants to be found", and this is where his false illusion of strength broke. the thought that she had purposely left them behind hurt more than the idea that she had been swept away by the sea or wandered off and gotten lost. but he knew that likely wasn't the case, and he couldn't find someone who wasn't lost.