Wheeling Gull Isle i will fly a yellow paper sun in your sky

His head nodded. Everything was so different here. Not in a bad way, though. The Seawolf had grown accustomed to the island he called home and could no longer imagine returning to the Abyss. Not that he had thought of returning prior to getting here.

He smiled at her questions. They bring rain sometimes - the dark ones, at least - so maybe water but...clouds are still there after a storm. It was a shot in the dark really. Sometimes they provided shade as well if they were big enough. Rokig then realized he had plenty of questions of his own.

You're still young, I'm sure you can find all the answers you want and then some. And if not...well, sometimes we don't need all the answers.