Wheeling Gull Isle Yacht rock season.

FAMILY REUNION??? YAY

the island was lifeless.
it was she and judah up until now. they hadn't yet gone to rivenwood, and she hadn't been back to the rise. she hunted for him, and held him through the night until the lap of the sea upon the rocks lulled him to sleep, and never strayed from his line of sight. she'd made a promise.
but staying here was, admittedly, beginning to put a damper on her lucidity.
it began with little shadows in the corner of her eye, casted in odd places and disappearing when she turned to get a better look. and then came the dreams, hauntingly vivid; faces she'd never before seen, sounds she'd never before heard, colors she did not know existed. each time she woke, her skin felt as if it was boiling and her heart felt as if it may rupture, and her only solace was burying her face in the sea-brine ruff of her brother.
she loved him. she missed mama. she couldn't leave him. she missed mulherin. she told him nothing.
keep him safe. keep him warm. don't lose him again.
and so, given this fractured state she was in, when he slipped off one afternoon and she found him near the landbridge chasing after two eerily familiar figures, she assumed it was not real. it couldn't be. there was no way.
but judah had been real.
and it was the same process of flipping through a thousand realities, a thousand feelings and a thousand thoughts which led her to bolt after him, shouting: simmy! simeon! gramma!