Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

he frowned and it seemed like they had switched places. he was now the somber one, dreary as his eyes drifted to look down at dark water. brows briefly pinched.

i was a different man here. a loose explanation. when i left here, i was convinced i would not return, but i think my spirit lives here now. maybe a part of it.

it was a talk too heavy for the young hunter, he felt.