Wheeling Gull Isle lyotard

"many thanks, father."

he would have never pinned hearing such words from the beast. beast was perhaps too harsh. she had been odd, she had an ill-heart, but she had never been a beast.

she had lived alongside the isle as much as she could.

she had not spread harm among them.

perhaps he was sentimental with the way the island shrunk to nothing notable, nothing claimable.

has your time come to be elsewhere?

perhaps, perhaps there was a soft strain of emotion in his throat. a cracking of the man of gold.