Wheeling Gull Isle sacrament

eyes opened once more, squinting ever so slightly as her sight readjust to the brightness. she let her gaze fall to the leader's comely features as he set off a few steps, his turn received as an invitation to join him once more. and so the sylph stood to grasp wildflowers with pearly fangs, mindful not to damage them as she carried them with care.

he knew the island far better than she. where their course was set remained unknown, but it mattered little to the sprite. he'd led her before and it had landed her here, and so she trusted him blindly, content to simply share his company while he guide her like a lamb.

a shepherd and his sheep.