Wheeling Gull Isle out of the corner of my eye

It was a little unfair that Yuelong's leader could claim fright, given that she had been the one to come upon Maegi so suddenly—but the Blackfeather turned, giving Huā a watery smile once her heart settled down a bit. Sorry, she said automatically, and soon returned her eyes to the sea.

She felt a little uneasy with the woman sitting behind her. . .as if this was to be the day she paid for her sins. Huā was stronger, more agile—could push her into the water—and Maegi was no strong swimmer. Still, she nodded in agreement, gaze flickering upward, looking at the bioluminescence of the cavern.

She had, in fact, seen a place like this. Given that it was steeped in nightmares more dire than the ones she faced now, however. . .

It's gorgeous, Maegi replied, and finally rose to a sitting position. Her pulse hammered in her ears—or was it Lainie's, slowing, fading? She glanced down to the water and then back to her leader. Why do you think others don't come here often?