Wheeling Gull Isle Damselfish

and then he was among the lavender and seasalt, the sprawl of green in all directions, only a day? two? before his blossom would appear here herself, hale and whole and seeking a boy.
but for now, lestan found himself able to touch only the fringes of plantwork here and there, the grains of sand.
the island was beautiful. wolf-tracks crossed the sands. but not blossom. never blossom.
lestan hardly wanted to linger, heartbroken.