Wheeling Gull Isle the curse

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Yes, son - 海. The burnished russet, cream and gingered hued man spoke. His voice a grovel, deeper then its usual tone by still sore vocals. He would wake stiff, sore, but far less so then before. His long legs bending back as he stretched and Aiolos came to approach and settle at his son's side. πανεμορφη , isnt she? He spoke the greek tongue delicately. It was not often Aiolos spoke it, yet had come to share a few words here and there with his child. After all, learning not one, but three languages would prove quite difficult. Aiolos still didnt know Ruo and Hua's tongue though had a means of learning it along his pup.