Wheeling Gull Isle slender capes of red and chrome.

in just a chance few hours, everything changed. 

everett joined ava before long, his voice scarcely rising above the rush of the tide. ava looked to him mournfully - but any chance of interaction was cut by ana’s slim figure wedged between them. 

a new energy spilled over the lavender fields of sweetharbor. one of tension and hostility. ava remained rooted, her expression one of blank shock — unaware of anything save the increasing needle of dread.