Wheeling Gull Isle give thanks to the deep

oh-leen-der, she repeated. the name was not one she had heard before, and it tasted strange upon her lips. my name tyche. she did not want to drive into him too much familiarity, but a little can sometimes teach the good ones that she was not a monster. in order for the consorts to be effective, they needed to have some hope, she had been taught.

how long in yoo-eh-long? she asked. perhaps he simply had not learned his path. perhaps he was too young to this pack to know it. if so, she would be happy to teach, to correct.