Wheeling Gull Isle that black dress got your boy seein' red

aye, that be true. rhaegal murmurs in quiet agreement.

aye, i had the advantage of bein' born on an island on tae sea, mountains made rhaegal uncomfortable: he imagined the instability he felt attempting to climb was much like a non-sea wolf trying to find their sealegs. i was born with sealegs.

hmm, rhaegal drawls; contemplative. a safe place for us tae raise our bairns. ...if we have any this year. which, was mostly a very small, very limited picture. a safe port for the weary traveler, i suppose. they can stay, join the crew if they want tae but they can come and go.

though meares island had been strict, it was also a bustling port in it's own right. sometimes stragglers stayed and sometimes they didn't: it was a part of life that rhaegal learned not to take personally a long time ago.