Wheeling Gull Isle his foolish decrees, his words so contrived

The boy he came across was a little younger than him, and boldly proclaimed this to be Sapphique’s land. His ears immediately went back, not in deference, but in irritation.

This is Sweetharbor’s island. He barely held off from adding the pissy actually he wanted to add. He shuffled the shark away, reaching down to pick it up off the ground.

If all of them were like this, even with tragedy weighing on their shoulders, he wasn’t interested in handing over the shark. His eye skipped around the boy to find a grey hued figure by the sea.

She looked sad. Perfect. The boy strode past the other, the shark in his mouth, to offer it to her wordlessly. Sticking out his neck like an odd goose, waggling his head a bit in a “here take it” motion. One ear remained turned for the boy, but otherwise, Aquillius was playing at being Santa Claus for the moment.