Wheeling Gull Isle words from my heart

@ruò

most of her days were spent wandering the island alone, searching for any hint of familiarity which she might find: scents that lingered on landlocked stones; locks of fur caught between branches. the more vivid memories had stopped appearing in her dreams, forcing her to accept that there might not be anything more to find.

along the sandy fringe was a tall rock, seemingly uninhabited. ying couldn’t help but feel some pull in its direction, and so stopped her short hunting expedition to explore. hello? she called, being sure to use the common tongue should any foreigners be nearby. without awaiting a response, ying stepped into the water to enjoy the cool summer breeze.