Wheeling Gull Isle awake my soul

The boy did not get far; he stopped and addressed Firefly again, and this time the man turned to regard him within his periphery. The way the light caught upon the golden fur of the stranger was somehow appealing — perhaps bringing to mind a sister he once had but could only vaguely recall; it was enough to garner a spark of interest until he noticed the way the boy was coyly looking back. Feeling a touch flustered (and uncertain as to why) he shifted back to his lazy sprawl and responded, Doesn't really matter who I am until you make an impression on her, so don't mention it. Just go, said his body language.