Wheeling Gull Isle what would hope be without disappointment

Sometime between these (this, that) threads.

Unfamiliar, but carrying the island's scent. What you doing? Ying asked. She slowly descended her perch and walked across the shores, finding her way into the tide pools' catacombs. When had she last visited?

You are...Ruvik? He was the only unfamiliar male which she was yet unaware of, and based on Hua's description — timid, mostly — he did fit the bill. Ying settled onto her hindquarters to patiently await his answer.