Wheeling Gull Isle always laughing in the midst of power

don’t want to touch you, she explained, but the birds do. ying’s place wasn’t as an enemy, but as a guard; until someone else came along to claim the girl, she would remain there for added protection. 

ying fell silent, then opened her mouth to ask, what happened? skin had been torn, exposing the muscle which lined contorted limbs. it didn’t look like all of this had been done during a single encounter, but how could she be sure?