Wheeling Gull Isle blue flower

He expected impact, a show of teeth. He expected her to strike him. But the determination of her run didn't seem aimed at him at all. Perhaps at first, for she seemed wanting to speak to him, her mouth opening, as if to address him, as if to voice the thoughts that tightened the lines on her face.

Thoughts he never heard. She drifted beyond him, as the island filled with her echo of the call for another, and Everett felt as though he had somehow become the spectator of some intimate thing. Otherwordly, even, in the way she waited under the wind and the cry of the gulls.

Everett shivered and turned, rising. Watching, as waiting broke and two became three. He did not draw into their inner circle but lingered behind, still in the sea water and still sensing, all the more, that he had invaded something sacred here. Should he go? His dreams had led him here, and the air was filled with everything but the command to leave.

The woman who approached had a voice which danced with jubilee, and in watching them, his thoughts could only turn to @Reverie.