Wheeling Gull Isle wanna talk about it?

@Huā @Astaroth — all welcome, but please let these two post first!

memories returned slowly and painfully, creeping into her dreams as phantasmic representations of the past. she had names without faces; scents without their source; her knowledge of the past was fragmented, but forming a clear picture from the pieces she’d collected would be impossible without returning to the home, and to the wolves, she’d supposedly once known.

she walked across the sandbar with obvious hesitance, each step shaky and unsure, almost carrying her unknowingly across their inner border. ying stopped herself just before trespassing to draw in a deep breath, silently reminding herself that the nervousness was unnecessary if what she hoped and believed was really, actually true.

a call was made for their leader, for huā, then another as an afterthought for the unnamed man who’d brought her home. ying whispered a prayer while she waited, turning her back to the island to hide her apprehension.