Wheeling Gull Isle waning gibbous

Sea and Moon not for you. She speaks sternly and adds that they were only for sisters - for women, not for him. His jaws tightens, he holds his tongue as he had been taught to, though a defiance lay in his fiery amber eyes - a defiance which he could not shake which time and time again had gotten him into trouble. He often turned away, so that they would not see such a look and this time, too, despite his rank very much so above her, turned away like he had always before.  

Maybe... He mumbles, his eyes remaining away from her though she did not look to him anyhow. They looked out over the water, wanting, longing... The divide do not speak to me, but they do not curse me, either. If they had, he would have died long ago. The waters could have claimed him at any moment whilst crossing to and from this island. But here he was, with leading position over his trade group, with children on the way. Children he did not have to admire from the sidelines, but raise, be known as 'father' and, be it unknown to the both of them, a son not to be cast out to sea. 

Though life would always have just ad many downs as ups, no Goddess hating of all men would have ever aloud such feats which Aiolos had accomplished.