Stavanger Bay seagulls

lestan's speech came in titches and ticks, but it came all the same. he spent hours with @Blossom, teaching her to speak even as it returned to him. he hunted for the forming pack, he swam in the sea, he marked the borders, hunting where vaire or @Rhaegal directed.
he allowed @Reverie her time, her space, embracing her as she wished.
but his flesh remained riddled by guilt, unable to respond, and this became a source of chagrin for lestan.
today he carefully cracked crabs and brought them back to a seaside cache. he had grown stronger, more full; he was laced with salt and sand, and quiet, ever quiet.