Wheeling Gull Isle — then the women got all loud

yeah that'd be alright!

 

"Huāzhen," the fae blinked solemnly with a hint of that young glint of mischief in her orbs. she had promised to come find her after all, but the emperess had only grown more kind and beautiful in their agonizing time apart. aoibh carried her sogging figure with a mask of vigor; yet fatigue from her weighing coat was budding every step. up close her teal pearls were enchanting just as she remember, sharp and yet vague, reminding the faerie of how little she knew of her, as she circled for soggy hug.