Wheeling Gull Isle Damselfish

mini cameo! -waves-

They are here for the isle. They want to take it from you.

The sand stirs, and the island holds its breath. Wheeling gull and its beauties must have brought them here. The shell and bone; the lavender and brine. But they do not know that everything on the island is his relative, that this was a country he knew by heart. When the gulls scatter the boy retreats to his labyrinth of wooded passages. From the sanctum of his shadows, his wide perch-eyes follow the intruders like a fox would her prey.