Wheeling Gull Isle dawning

She had lost count of the days between now and when she had first come here, washed ashore of her own doing, for curiosity's sake, the want for something new. Somewhere between then and now, more had joined them, beyond Bartholomew and Heda. Jasmine had yet to meet them all - though in due time, she would. Already, she couldn't help but think what a ragtag little group they made.

Ragtag, but certainly something. They were just pickings anymore. They weren't quite family yet, either, but they had become something more than strays.

When Bartholomew's voice touched the evening sky, the girl splashed from the waters, a fish clamped in her jaws. She listened, having heard many a song he offered to the heavens - but this one sounded different. Her spine tingled. A chill, brought on by something other than the waters.

With a toss, Jasmine chucked her fish somewhere towards the rocks where it couldn't slip back into the ocean. And, with the same fiery strength she'd used to drag herself ashore, she threw her head back and added her voice to this song their shepherd sang.