Wheeling Gull Isle i want to put my hands to work until the work's done

set for present-day, after feng mian has joined yuelong. joining limited to two active participants, please.

it was colder here on the water than it was inland.  the difference had never occured to him before; until last year, he had never really left the tight-knit islands he'd been born to.  great sheets of ice covered the ocean on this sie of the island, where they gathered towards the rocks and shattered into intimidating spires three times the height of a wolf.  he stood alone in this shadow, guard hairs illuminated in milky-blue moonlight.

there was snow to come.  perhaps later in the night, early in the morning.  he had thought the earth would be warming soon, that spring would be on the horizon, but he thinks now he hoped too soon.

he casts his gaze to the water then back to the mainland, and silent as a shadow his long legs swept him away from the coast.