Wheeling Gull Isle he has risen

despite one, it was a tiring time that had passed peacefully. the father laid down, and she said nothing, showing her little fire, a near replica to his flames. he was of the sun and sand, a mixture of the two, and the only one ruo needed. little huojin, she would dream of his days to come. with tired eyes resting, her breathing had slowed down, and the siren, was resting peacefully.