Wheeling Gull Isle I remember the sound of the wind as I was falling asleep.

setting: midday; tide pools

It was colder upon the island than she was used to. The trees afforded some cover, though the shadows they netted did not ward off the chill. She had spent a few hours speaking with Hua and playing catch-up before seeking out a moment of time alone; within that, she sank in to herself, feeling many things.

The sound of braying voices caught her attention eventually. They were not of the island - loud though, carrying across the still water as the tide rolled in. It was a familiar chorus further north and something Nukilik had not heard in some time: haunting loon song, carrying in to the unknown.

She drifted among the pools and listened until they calmed, and then began to investigate what bounties might be trapped in some.