Wheeling Gull Isle give thanks to the deep

he pleasantly surprised her with a display of submission, and tyche collected herself. lips covered her teeth once more, and her spine smoothed back into its normal state. her eyes transformed from fierce to mildly annoyed, but at least he had learned his lesson. Όχι ένας ανόητος., she concluded, more for herself than for him, since she assumed he would not understand.

learn manners quick, she said, licking her lips. live long this way. he had the potential to make a consort when the time was right. what call you? she asked. it was important to know his name so she might call upon him later.