Wheeling Gull Isle peace offerings

ooh I love that!! <3 thank you!

"Hell no," she said, with the trill of a laugh, "I grew up in a marsh."

Brecheliant had been pretty in its own way, she always thought. But the ocean had shone in brilliant colours, the crash of the waves, the cries of the gull. Her mind had exploded when she had first found her way to the sea, and she had found herself filled with inexplicable feelings she could only name as nostalgia, even though she had grown up far, far within the mainland.

"I once thought of living here, though," wistful - and she looked out across the expanse of the island, towards the lavender fields they brushed beside on their way, seemingly, towards the island's woodlands.