Wheeling Gull Isle Damselfish

wave! <3

there were eyes. as the other perused the island trails, lestan stood burning and trembling and peering about for the unseen. he decided at once that he hated being upon singular land masses, and peeled off to lope toward shardik.
the mayfair tucked closer, tilting his own voice in a cry, and then another for the daughter he adored.
silence went on, and his expression grew even more stricken.