Wheeling Gull Isle The water is wide, I can't cross o'er

Sweetharbor, but she knew of Aiolos. Huā smiled instantly at the mention of his name, visibly perking up. Yes, Huā is me. I am so happy to know Aiolos is well and speaks of Yuèlóng still. He was like a brother to me, She shared, her voice full of love. May I ask your name? She inquired, allowing space for the answer.

The woman invited the seawolf in. Huā would follow Heda, happily letting her lead despite of knowing the island well. She was a guest now.

It is alright. At the time it was difficult for all of us, but now I know the lives we lost found peace in their resting. Her tone was solemn. It was harder for my husband. He lost his second wife, some of his children went missing. She realized that she was oversharing and didn't want to make Heda uncomfortable, so she cleared her throat and continued on a happier note.

We made a new life in the north, with new children of our own, and found the peace we wanted. Now my children are growing up and doing well. She smiled; Huā knew even in her absence she had kin she could trust to maintain their little familial group.

How is Sweetharbor? Are the people happy here? She hoped so; it would be a weight off her shoulders to know that whatever had cursed this land was gone.