Wheeling Gull Isle the curse

*crashes*

Huā had come to accept the fiery little nephew of hers. She was satisfied with Aiolos, still pissed off at Ruò, but adored little Huojin in the times that she did see him... which was still scarcer than she wished it to be, considering her own business as a leader and mother.

As she came upon them, father and son, she heard the gentle murmurings between them, and was joyous to see that Huojin now talked as her own did. Perhaps it was not her place, but she settled on the unoccupied side of Aiolos, intrigued by his odd tongue. He speak three language? She wondered with mild surprise, canting her black muzzle gently towards little Huojin with a kind gaze.