Wheeling Gull Isle A ghost beneath the tower.

Nuka

It had been a long time since the early days of Yuèlóng. So much had happened- Huā became a mother, found enemies in the saints and allies in Moonspear, fell for Mal and lost the Ying she had always known. 

The song that touched her ears was beautiful, but not familiar, and Huā wondered who it could be. She was on her way quickly, (ashamed that Aiolos had been first to arrive in the past few meetings,) headed to the shore where the sound originated. 

When she caught sight of them- with their smoky pelt and dual toned eyes, she paused, sucking in a small gasp. 

N-Nuka? 

So much time, and still she felt her heart tremble nervously in her chest.