Wheeling Gull Isle The Faerie Court

movement caught his attention; a weaving trail of orange followed the brother's shadow to the sunswept den mouth where his image remained just a few frames too long before being consumed by a million swarming flies.

the sister's warm tongue scraped across his chin. he put his nose under hers to raise her head and lock their eyes together again. he wanted to know she was okay. that they were all okay.