Wheeling Gull Isle ≡ Invitations

Truthfully it could be regarded as humorous the way two strangers could meet in the open and divulge secrets to one another. Sharing campfire stories about their pasts. Usually they would part ways never to be seen or heard from again. She wondered if this would be the same.

  He was trying to find those that had been lost. That was noble of him. Maybe selfish? His own agenda to not be alone. She couldn't imagine him to be doing this out of selfish nature.

  What about her? That she had ran from her homes as the cries of her family dying filled the air? That the pungent odor of blood was something she would endure nightmares of for Lord knew how long?

  "I came from a good family and a lovely life, but there was a siege...and well," She looked away. The mental wounds were still so fresh. She had fled here, as fast as she could, as far as she could. She abandoned them, but this she could not bring herself to say out loud. She wasn't ready to face it, "I'm sorry. It's all rather very dark,"