Wheeling Gull Isle with gunmetal bones

a wild merc thread appears!

it is in the early cusp of morn, when dawn prevails over the land, painting it in candyfloss pink and orange that atausiq stirs away and departs from his siren bride's side. though patrols feel a bit moot on the isle where the sea acts as a perfect moat to keep out unwanted visitors and trespassers; atausiq still combs the that faces the mainland on a self given patrol all the same. he watches the slow ascension of the sandbar as greedy waves rescind and reveal it; covered in strips of seaweed, bits of shells and skittering crabs.

imperial jade gaze focuses on the sea lion shore across the water, ready to intercept anyone who would cross the sandbar.