Wheeling Gull Isle goodbye blue sky

God, she was so lovely! Lovelier than anything the Woods had ever created. Too good for this world, for sure. Maegi ducked her head, feeling tears come to her eyes at Coelacanth's sentiment. They slipped away from her tenuous hold, and she pressed her face against Seelie's shoulder, into the silky black fur. Taking shallow, ragged breaths; wondering just what she had done to deserve this woman.

"Thank you, Seelie," she whispered fervently, sniffling. Maegi pulled back and gave the Aralez a smile, lifting her nose to bump under her chin, as if she were still a puppy. Not so much of a reach, these days. But the gesture still made her feel safe.

Safety. She was leaving that behind, heading home. Who knew what the status of Blackfeather was, these days? The enemy could have come back, just as Cicero had warned. They could be dead, lost, fugitives. . . Or they may not want her anymore. They could hate her, for her abandonment of the place. This journey could very well be a pointless one.

But there was always home to be found in the cerulean eyes before her. No matter what transpired, no matter where she went or what she did, the island would always remain in her heart.