Wheeling Gull Isle Two Storms

he stood watch over her, like a mazoi would. the leg could've been from a hard fought battle. unless the sea itself decided his leg would belong to it. she too could've been taken by it too, had it not been for judah. 

but he was not a mazoi to her nebet. today, he and her were equals, racharra decided so when she did not declare herself.
i ran away from home. she speaks casually between scallops, licking her lips as she prepares the next. the heat got too much. another splits open.

i'll be back. just wanted to get away from it all for moment. crack. she splits this one a little too open, and the scallop's heart sits entirely exposed. racharra looks up to judah.  i was angry. i think i still am. perhaps the sea sensed that. she lingers stiffly, before continuing her routine.

sorry. what about you? i assume this is your home, but.. aren't you quite young to be living alone?