Wheeling Gull Isle iii. awaken

Nothing mattered then but this moment, right here: that starlight glimmer in his nightblue eyes, the coil of excitement across slim dark features and the joyful motion of a shadewisp tail and —

she realized all at once that she loved him.

How could she not?

She'd been nothing more than a ghost when they'd met; lost, and she'd meant to lose him, too. Instead they had found one another — or was it themselves that they'd found?

Maybe it made no difference.

Blue beckoned him onward, leading him on a tour of the island which had always held her heart. I was born here, She told him, soft voice brimming with affection. They called me Blueberry. Blue.

And now I'll call you Cobalt. Blue added, gaze finding him again.