Wheeling Gull Isle I've been watching him for my entire life

The voice was kind, but to Aquillius it burned. He let out a groan that turned into a whining whimper at its very end, the cry of a boy despite how much he wanted to be a man.

He tried to surge up, try to get away from the voice and the noise and the pain, but he only managed to get up onto his front before his legs gave out and he dropped forward. Drool slipped from his mouth in thick, globbing strands.

His stomach rolled, but he refused to let the rising bile in his stomach come from his mouth. He groaned, low.

Yes He managed to rasp, eyes still closed.