Wheeling Gull Isle wanderer, what are you searching for?

undersea. he shuddered at the name. it wasn't so long ago that he had been literally undersea, and to have been swept onto a place called that. . .well, hari wasn't often cruel, but this highlighted a bad side of him, for sure.

then the sleek, black-pelted woman was asking for his name. it took him a couple seconds for it to all come together, before he responded hastily, "adi. aditya." his tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth, a salt-soaked mass of flesh. it was hard to speak clearly.

she began to groom him; her touch was warm and comforting, but almost as soon as it had began, she pulled away, leading him inland. at first, he resisted--how could he know what sort of bed of snakes this woman--this seelie--was leading him into?

but, after a long moment of thinking, he figured he had nothing left to lose. his home was long gone, his friend lost to the sea. he was here, with seelie, on undersea. . .and if she could help him, then he'd have to take the risk.