Wheeling Gull Isle somewhere only we know

oh, an advisor!

but she was so young. not that kacia thought all youth lacked in sound minds for such roles, but it was certainly an oddity. the sylph herself had been wandering hillsides and mountains when she'd been younger than the girl before her now. she could not imagine taking on responsibility at such an age.

"hello heda, my name is kacia," she introduced with a thick swallow, saliva soothing a sore throat.

baby blues tore away from the young advisor and rested on the crashing waves in the distance when asked how she'd been settling. "it is...different here than what i am accustomed to."

snow, sleet, wind, frost - the island was a luxury resort compared to her homeland.