Wheeling Gull Isle Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Just a cameo -- please skip unless/until mentioned

She had been pondering a brisk walk on the beach when she heard the call, and she probably would have ignored it if it hadn't rang vaguely familiar. Curious, Maegi emerged from the trees and squinted ahead, trying to get a better look at the caller. There was Huā, sure, but beyond—

The wraith's gaze widened as she realized who it was. Now that was a face she hadn't seen in a while—and it was rougher than before. Her eye was missing, for starters. And what was she doing so far from the mountains and Diaspora?

Maegi kept her distance, pale fur tossed about in the breeze. There was not much love lost between Wylla and her, but she hadn't ever been an enemy. And if she was here, something must have happened inland. Perhaps the storms that had rocked the island for days now were even worse in the mountains; she could imagine that all too well.