Wheeling Gull Isle lost and found

Her silver eyes narrowed, falling to the ground. In them was a blend of anguish and bitterness. Not at Aiolos, but at the circumstances and herself. "That may be so..." She began lowly. "But that doesn't change the fact that he is gone. He was all I had left." She snapped her head up to look at the fiery male, eyes glassy with tears that would never come.

"I worry for him. I always have, ever since he was born." She knew her son far too well, but still, a mother could never feel that they had spent enough time with their child. You were never ready to let go, no matter their age. The waves of the ocean rolled in and out, nearly lapping at her toes. She was rooted, wanting to step back, away from the water, but her body just felt too heavy. "Sotiris is different from the others. More sensitive. He might have inherited my aversion to the ocean environment." A slight offering of a fact Aiolos may not know about her. But that she was still here on the island, had to have some significance. "If he is looking for Astaroth, I hope he finds him." Her face hardened slightly at the memory of his father. Had she gone soft? Become a fool all this time?