Wheeling Gull Isle whispers sloth, through curls of smoke

@Everett and @Heda were increasing presences in accipitra’s life. 

already visions of her birth dam were fading, replaced by streaking memories no more opaque than the distant shimmering shore. 

accipitra jostled to the front of their makeshift den today, her milky eyes focused on the swimming vision of the blue world; her new blue world. 

behind her she heard her siblings and not-siblings — already their foreigness was bleeding away to something different. in time, she would never remember a point where they weren’t involved at all.