Wheeling Gull Isle plaža

@Caracal or @Heda ~

whenever sweet teuta saw it fit to grant him a plentiful bounty, the bard spared himself the meal, and left it on the sands facing the isle - offering to the little monahinja.

whether those fat gulls and long fish ever made it into the intended belly, slavuj couldn't know, and wouldn't worry. it was the romance of it that delighted him, on days of poor fishing, kept his singing cheery as ever. would do the world no good, having in it a mirthless singer.

this day the sky were swirling grey, and the waters had receded to reveal the sandbar. slavuj trotted with a red fish betwixt his teeth. 

tongue dammed, he found an output by humming.