Wheeling Gull Isle wanna go to dreamland

all welcome!
attn: @Aiolos @Ruò

although imperfect, sight and scent were clearer than they had ever been before. huojin's ears had shifted from their place against his skull, allowing him to hear the placid calls of crashing waves. the space surrounding their den was largely secluded, shielded in either direction by water, and so the child could go no further than the doorway.

he sat half-inside, bright eyes staring blankly at the sky. there were lights there, similar to the morning sun but less harsh, less painful. huojin watched them in silence.