Wheeling Gull Isle ding dong, the dragon's not dead

Tzila was quiet for a moment, absorbing what he had said. Processing it. Her face was a blank slate; there was no telling what was going on behind those silver eyes of hers. Then finally. "I didn't realize it was like that." She returned, keeping the emotion out of her voice, referring to his feelings to Ying. The travel part she knew, she had learned about it early on.

This was feeling more and more like a mistake with each passing minute. But could she admit it? "So then, where do we go from here?" Tzila caved and now allowed some of her emotions to seep through the cracks. "Does this mean our fling was just that, a fling? Without meaning?" Painful as it was to say, she was used to always being second best. Being usurped in some way or another. She toned back the slightly biting edge to her voice, steeling him with a firm look. "I may have come to Yuèlóng for change...to see if I could be better. But I also wanted to stay with you." There, she said it, laid it out in the open.