Wheeling Gull Isle vanyan sòlda

the land here was different than the darker islands of blackwater.
and yes. more had come. a relieved reunion with lilitu had reminded mireille she was exhausted. but not enough of them had returned to her. to them.
and so she did not sleep, growing angular and more fiery-edged the longer that the moments ticked by. 
in the sleeping lavender fields she wandered, legs heavy. aminthe had been tucked into bed and now mireille had nothing to do but walk the entire perimeter of the island until dayfall came again.
there was something briefly familiar about the scent that floated here and there. were she more aware, mireille might have more quickly recognized it as @Caracal, but for now she did not. she registered only that it was male, and admonished its very existence with a backward splay of her red ears as she went on.