Wheeling Gull Isle that black dress got your boy seein' red

rhaegal dwells in the warm sunshine of the morning in stavanger bay, soaking up the buttery beams as they dance across his back, warming the sand under him.

it was only replaying one of his latest conversations with @Vairë that he found her to let her know his intentions for the afternoon, before he heads towards the island @Caracal had told them about.

the push and pull of the tide as rhaegal made the swim — though had walked most of the way upon the sandbar — was strangely comforting; and when he lets the waves carry him to the shore of the isle, he gives his coat a fierce shake before tipping his head back to let out a howl for Caracal or @Heda, announcing his presence.