Wheeling Gull Isle shouklaka

She insisted she was paired with the island, that it loved her back. Caracal couldn’t refute her, nor did he want to. If that’s what made her happy, he supported it.

She laughingly informed him of Mireille’s offer of her own brother. Caracal wondered what said brother made of this. Heda didn’t seem to take it too seriously. Well, she was with Wheeling Gull, after all.

Of course, she turned the question back on him. Caracal’s mouth opened to offer a playful retort of one kind or another, though he closed it. His eyes sparkled in the darkness. His skin felt too tight.

He’d had some time to acknowledge his feelings. More accurately, he’d become unable to ignore them. Caracal hadn’t fully come to terms with them yet, though he wondered if talking about them out loud to someone he trusted might help him make sense of them.

No, I… I’m still trying to figure myself out, he replied, voice gone a little quieter. Caracal drew in a breath and breathed out, I like boys. And girls. But definitely boys too. Both.