Wheeling Gull Isle nolla

she had chased the ice as far as she could. it would be some time before true winter followed. she knew that turning back was an option that might stave off her hunger, because turning north again would take her somewhere familiar, but it was not familiarity that she wished for now. her's was a common quest: to seek out new places and new peoples, to find herself among them, and to make a new life.

the sea was all she had left. she followed the edge of the world without realizing how easily stranded she could become: seeing the water recede from a band of earth and thinking nothing of this change, kaamos bridged the gap; long strides carrying her to where the trees were golden, though not for much longer, and when she finally deigned to look over her shoulder, the bridge had been swallowed by the sea.