Wheeling Gull Isle meizen

he was perched up at the farthest point.

psalm's point.

at some point he had thought he had seen the leathery beast, but it had been nothing more than a shadow. the waves churning down below. some part of him had wondered if kacia might come back tonight.

or tomorrow.

or any of the days that followed.

but he had realized that if she had a need to leave so early on in him wishing to court her, without telling him, perhaps he did not want to know when else she might vanish.

was it cruel?

i do not know how to speak it, heda.