Wheeling Gull Isle message in a bottle

vesper was largely a nocturnal animal, which made it easy for them to feel like they were the sole inhabitant of the isle— as they had originally intended. it had been some time since they had last filled a cache for their cousin and his wife, and so the darkling had spent the midnight hours hunting small game and fish.

as the first embers of dawn began to glow, vesper made their way back to the cache near the arch. their place of offering. they fought back yawns as they trekked, not wanting to drop the few small carcasses they could carry in their jaws. caracal's voice rang from that direction, but they made no effort to increase their leisurely pace; they were on their way, anyway.

they made it in time to hear caracal ask of their fourth companion, "you aren’t a messenger, by any chance, are you?"

vesper gave a casual nod to them both, not feeling the need to interrupt, and moved a meter or so away to where the cache. they began to dig, large ears still attentive to the conversation.