Coconut Grove bird song

from the mainland came a voice. it halted lómion in his tracks. his head lifted to see who had joined him at the shore, but could not meet her eye. no, he stared beyond her, blankly.

silence hung in the air a moment too long.

what—? and his whisper does little to fill the air.

lómion blinked, and finally his gaze focused on a woman no elder than he. her question fully processed then, but his answer did not.

i am... yes. i - i am.