Wheeling Gull Isle lost and found

A second voice broke the silence, calling out for her lost son, not long after her cry had ended. Sides heaving with another silent sigh, Tzila recognized that tone. Aiolos and her never really interacted much. They didn't know each other as well as she and Hua did. But even the empress was withheld from the full extent of Tzila's darkest secrets weaved in the past.

Many times she was torn on what to do these days. To return to a solitary, rugged lifestyle of looking out for herself? Or to stick it out here on the island, living a life that was hardly truthful. She could only bide her time for so long while waiting for what fate had in store for her. Sooner or later, she may be forced to take action on her own. 

She had known well enough of the absence of Aiolos' own child and lover. A near mirror image of her own circumstances now. Except that she no longer considered the dark man, Astaroth as such. They never had really been close enough to be called that. Even when pregnant, they confessed their feelings, leading to the understanding and acceptance that he had stronger feelings for Hua's sister, Ying. With him out of the picture, Tzila had no reason to remain attached. Without turning to look at him after his voice died, she flattened her ears. "It is useless you know. He is gone. He is not coming back."