Wheeling Gull Isle racharra sees a ghost

So fierce a command!

Judah’s eyes shoot open wide and he wrenches back, toppling onto one shoulder and kicking space between him and the girl. Once righted, he treads a half-circle around her, torn between an obligation to see that she’s alright and the persistent impulse to flee back up towards the safety of the thickets.

He does neither, instead silently plants his three feet into the sand with something like assertiveness, though there is no threat in his face, only bewilderment. Nose lowered, he attempts to scent this strange girl from a distance. There is little he can make of her in the lapping shadows, with only the moon's light to reveal her edges. But he sees how her eyes scintillate even in the dark. His own, like two mismatched planets, grip her's with a nervous focus.