Wheeling Gull Isle the curse

huojin walked behind his mother, gently running his nose along her spine. 妈 - 妈, he whispered, 海.. golden hour would soon end, leaving a narrow window of blue before darkness became their island. he wanted to see the ocean before that happened, but it wouldn’t be the same if she didn’t see it with him.

ruó assured him that it would only take a moment — wait, son. — which he would respect.. for now. daylight continued to fade, as did his patience.

having given up on his mother, huojin walked outside to look for his father. πα - πά, he called, 海. one of them would come to sit with him, he was sure! and so the lionet plopped onto his behind and waited for company to appear.