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

if her brother’s movements were stiff, accipitra did not notice. she would always turn a blind eye to her siblings and any perceived flaw — within her was a cult of loyalty, perhaps descended from the leagues of madmen and women that comprised of her bloodline. 

like her brother, accipitra eventually tired of playing. just like that, she collapsed face down into his belly - already lost to sleep in the magical manner of infants. 

would u like to fade and have a new one with prompts? <3