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

her brother’s note carried on a bit longer; a little melody only the two of them shared. 

she was too young to process these complex emotions, but as the last echo fades this scene burned in her mind; two shadows, two souls, two spirits touched by the witherfruit. the berry’s taste had long left her tongue, but its effects remained. it could not be the reason for her nascent adoration of her brother, but surely it buoyed it. 

kisses along her nose sent her stepping back, a belated registration of his affection. she rejoined soundly with her own brand of licks, toppling downward as she grappled with both bites and kisses in the gentle way only young puppies were capable of.