Wheeling Gull Isle neakita flower

Among the greenhills.

Mojag was brought to the center of the island where he was warmed, dried, and given space to sleep. He found it hard to fall asleep, which was surprising given how tired he was.

He managed a few hours — although the boy startled awake a few times, kicking out with sore legs, or shouting for his mother; in either case someone was there to soothe him until he rested, bit by bit.

The last time that he woke up, it was to the sound of birdsong and for a solid few minutes Mojag had forgotten where he was. He expected to look up and see his mother climbing the rise - or Callyope with a pelt to show off to him.

When he came-to fully, the gold of his eyes dulled and he remembered.