Wheeling Gull Isle mouhai

ava trundled after heda's loping form. nearly nine weeks since her birth, and six weeks since her induction to heda's brood.

and yet, still she was outsider. it was in a way intangible - the way one might look at a picture that by all accounts looked right, but something was off.

a deep sense of loneliness marauded ava. not even her siblings could fulfill that sense of something missing, for it came deep within; the treacherous pain of gradually becoming something whole.

it required parts of the self to fracture, first.

a chirrup sprung from within her chest as the distance between her and heda closed.