Wheeling Gull Isle only love myself no more

though saint does not realize the connotations behind the boy's song or their own reaction to it: it achieves one good thing. the boy ceases to sing.

it is a relief to saint's ears, and they flash their teeth to the older boy; rife with warring feelings. feelings they have no name for. feelings that weed their way beneath their skin.

a haughty blink is given, a clumsy gesture of their muzzle. go, it would command; born of ignorance and a desire to feel some modicum of control in their world that which had been wrenched upside down beneath them.

without their consent.

their weight shifts and they stumble; unused to the weight of their body on their twig legs.