Wheeling Gull Isle the map that leads to anyone

Alone and wandering, the boy almost seemed to flutter across the land. Light on his feet and carefree, he moved without slowing, no signs of stopping—but Xiaoqing was ever so attentive and nervous. He spied someone up ahead, a name evading his mind, and began to slow. His steps became sloppy as he came to a stop, marking his appearance into existence.