Wheeling Gull Isle tiritchik ⌮

Aiolos often held a measure of pride within himself, and it did not surprise Mou to witness a slight quake to those foundations when the girl spoke again, concerned for the pale woman. The leader looked a touch concerned and Mou read it as offense; but the moment passed, and Meerkat soon would depart from them.

A part of Mou felt sorrow to see her go. He was unsure if his choice to be silent was right; it felt only right for his own family, and until now that had been enough. He wished to follow after her when she deigned to go, to speak with her and know her, as he might learn of his brother and sister that way - but he would not.

It was a stain on his history that need not be unearthed. Better to let her go alone, unbothered. The ache remained within Mou though. He pondered if he would have another chance to know her.

Should the girl take her leave, the gathering would become something a touch more awkward for the man. The feeling of being a third wheel between his leader and the woman was prompt enough for Mou to dismiss himself.

Heavy thoughts weighed upon his shoulders.