Wheeling Gull Isle naval

Dead.

Her gaze lingered on the boy for a few long moments. Dead. Gone, like so many others who had tried to claim the island before her. They hadn't been born here; they didn't belong to this place the way Blue always had.

Stay, or go. It doesn't matter.

This island is mine.

Blue turned away from the boy, eyes sweeping over Cobalt though she didn't bother to beckon him. He would follow her — or perhaps he would go his own way for now, but either way, they would merge into one again before the sun fell. No matter what distance separated them, she knew this would always be true.