Wheeling Gull Isle after sundown, before sleeping, i am the worst

Not the only otherworldly being upon the shores.

Bathed in moonlight, wrapped in its silvery embrace, was a familiar form. Her heart swayed between heavy weight and quick pounds in her chest like a rabbit set free in her ribs. Jaws parted as if she might speak but...no sound.

Nona, Nona, Nona. . .

If she had not already held herself low in her lurking manners, she might have lowered herself further. Oh how she missed the form placed before her by some wicked fates. Only ever met with kindness, support, perhaps love if Jakoul could wrap their mind around the concept.

Home. Nona. Comfort.

A deep ache stirred within her as if the queen of the woods had awaken a primal beast along these shores.

Maegi. Croaked and weak but with fondness still strung through each syllable it took to get that name free in the night air.

Then made move to approach with her uneven gait as her carrier. Markers be damned.