Wheeling Gull Isle the curse

Huojin's babbling went unnoticed by Huā for now, but had she flicked an ear to the boy, she would've been charmed. Instead she was focused on Aiolos, and his tales of his birth pack, and... the nereides? The wolves like Tyche, who had told Huā of a strange alternate lifestyle, where women were above men. It seemed so backwards to her- who had grown up in the sort of society that pushed women into domestic roles, birthing and raising good children, especially sons- and sons who would go on to be the warriors, the hunters, the future noblemen with wives galore and the eventual emperors. In all this time, how strange it was that Huā had not known Aiolos' origin. Now hearing he was one of these men put to work for girls... talk of his language was no longer intriguing, for this was much more of a story. Visible shock on her face. You- you with the Nereides, before? Tyche tell me about these people, ah- do you mind me ask? What it was like? She inquired, and ebony ears shoved themselves forward curiously.