Wheeling Gull Isle the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking

[table width=80%][tr][td]Cattail, as she had called herself, had successfully kept her small yet dangerous head wound clean - giving the healing tissue herbs she somehow recognized to make sure it would heal essentially well. But, even though her physical wounds were nearly healed, the mental shock of the stranding had permanently wiped most if not all of her memory. Her name, identity and past relations were all lost; she could not recall a single moment from before waking up at the island over which a thunderstorm raged. All she remembered were her herbs and how to use them, but it wasn't nearly enough for the terrified woman. How had she stranded upon the isle with no one and no trace of her former life? Was anyone seeking for her? Were there other stranded upon the thundering island?

Cattail had set up camp in the forest, keeping to herself as the storm kept raging on.  Her pearly pelt was muddied and her mismatched eyes did not carry the kindness Ondine's had always possessed. Ondine was no more - all that remained was a craze of a woman, one who was probably only good for healing until she had recovered mentally from the shock - even though her memories would never return.[/tr][/td][/table]