Wheeling Gull Isle and all around, reminders of you are everywhere i go

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She'd never experienced such poor weather on the island. Granted, her times with Undersea had largely been spent in spring, summer and fall. But the constant barrage of snow and sleet was new, and it was entirely unwelcome.

At least there was some refuge in the cavern. Despite the memories that accompanied it, Maegi spent much time there. The cold stone warmed when one stayed long enough in place, and when @Mou chose to join her, the two kept each other relatively snug.

Thoughts of Jaes danced through her mind as she gazed upon the bioluminescence of the cave, curled in a tight pale ball, nose to tail tip. This was a sacred spot. She wondered whether these wolves had faith. Huā had mentioned something along those lines, but from a sister of hers; Maegi didn't know if she still lived here.

This was, perhaps, the time to bring Jaes to the island. Jaes had always been here, of course, but in her heart and soul and within the island itself. Not the hearts and souls of those who dwelled here. Not yet, anyway.

She mouthed an old prayer, half-Daedric, half in common tongue. It just felt right.