Wheeling Gull Isle the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking

Sorry for bad post lmao

It was dark when she woke. The storm was still raging, and hard drops of water splattered onto her pelt as she lay on the sand. With a groan, she attempted to lift her head. However, she was not strong enough and simply dropped her head back onto the ground. Her eyes flickered open after several attempts, and her vision was blurred.

Cold, dark, loud, wet.

That was all she remembered about what happened. Where was she? Faeryn just lay there for a while, listening to the storm for a good few minutes. Soon, though, she grew much too cold, and dragged herself slowly forward, eventually reaching the shelter of a few trees. Was she safe here? Was anyone else here? Was anyone else here?