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

She wondered if her eyes glowed in the cave, too. His did—a luminous dark gold, though the ethereal quality of this place reflected nearly silver in his gaze. They were the first things she saw, followed by his figure emerging from the shadows. Her ears tilted forward to catch his words, and then she nodded, lifting herself up to more of a sitting position.

The worst I've ever known, Maegi agreed. Even the season of the Redhawk-Blackfeather war had not been this bitter (in weather, anyway). She canted her head, staring at him. Ah-Aiolos, right? 

The wraith didn't know him all that well; she'd only heard his name here and there, seen his face, knew he was the second-in-command on this island. His name rang musical and foreign like Huā's. She wondered if they were related in some way. They weren't lovers, at least as far as Maegi could tell.