Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

he thought it humorous.

she had been so brash and bold in the plains. now she whisked her hardness away. replaced by a young woman who had seemingly not been nurtured into her roles.

she did not wear the pride of a hard trained soldier, hunter or scout.

he gave chase to her weaving path. each step well placed behind her, mindful to not hit a stray stone or branch. the smell of salt was strong all over the island, but it seemed to grow here.

what do you think?