Wheeling Gull Isle You have walked this path since your birth

Most often the boy kept with his family, hardly venturing beyond their eyes; it wasn’t that he didn’t like those unrelated to himself, he was simply skeptical. But today he found himself alone, wandering along the island—he loved this place, truly and entirely, and could walk its shores for hours. And perhaps he might have done that, had the form of another not entered his line of sight. Seeing her, he froze and merely continued to stare, curious but hesitant.