Wheeling Gull Isle Oceans Breath

An oh so familiar flash of muted blacks and grays caught her eye. Her beloved son. He had come out to stroll on the beach. A small, slow smile pulled at the edges of her lips. Seeing him there before her eyes reminded her that he looked like his father in so many ways. Her smile faltered momentarily. Astaroth had been gone for some time. And she wondered if Sotiris felt illy towards him for it. Tzila herself, wasn't quite sure how to feel.

But what she did know for certain, was that she understood her son's pull inland, away from the coast all too well. Likely a trait he might have inherited from her. The shores were never her first choice of residence, but she had put her feelings aside, for her own self-betterment. Brows pinching gently, she rose from her lounging position, chuffing to him gently. Her tail waved as she beckoned him. "Sotiris...come here, my sweet boy." She cooed, yearning to share a moment with her true blood.