Wheeling Gull Isle slow down, it’s a science.

the sister's howl ends abruptly while the brother's carries for a moment longer, trailing out as the last of his breath is consumed.

together. he has a feeling once again too complex for him to conceptualize, but were he older he might have named gratitude. somehow, though he wasn't yet familiar with mortality, he knew that not every family got to be like this.

the afterimage smear of accipitra's waving tail captures him and he discards the thought easily, though the feeling would remain for some time. the boy pressed tight against his sister and washed her cheek in a show of affection.