Wheeling Gull Isle sacrament

she'd spent her days among the isle in adventurous exploration. from the gentle splash and splatter of the tide pools to the artistic charm of the delicate lavender fields. she thought the island alluring, a hideaway from the burdens and instability of isolation.

she'd adapted well in her short time among the fair few that shared the sanctuary with her, if only lacking in the social aspect of cohabitation. she had not sought any of them out, preferring the quiet and easiness that came with lack of proper introduction.

but if there were any to join her for a time, she'd wish it him.

and so when his form eventually materialized in the distance, the sprite ushered him closer with a gentle greeting of flowing tail.