Wheeling Gull Isle overflowing

dragon heights

ruò stayed within for the day, finding the scent of her cousins more apparent with each passing day. not all were the three sisters, but perhaps of others as well. they seemed to wish to keep this isle as their claim, and she too just followed alongside on a whim. there was not much she had planned anyway. but she also had slight doubts, if this would be the same as she always been. quite, reserved, away from the family.. the siren intereacted more then normal, but her voice still remains away.

she didn't care to talk, but didn't want to be ignored. upon the rock, the highest she could find, the waves clashing against the stones and the salt passing along.. lost in thought, alone she was.