Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

his eyes stay fixed to her, even as she averted and eventually tumbled.

he would never say such to her, but he felt like he looked upon one of his own. stumbling into adulthood and lost for it. all while the world moved around her. what had been the importance of the other who dispersed first?

but who suffers most if you do not listen to yourself, heda? his brows pinched over his hawkish eyes, quick to trail alongside her.

will these people not understand if you speak your heart to them?