Wheeling Gull Isle somewhere only we know

there was some relief found in hearing the young advisor's words. they led the sprite to assume the girl had not been born here, or near to the shore. yet she'd seemingly adapted fine to the air of salt and aroma of sea, which gave hope for kacia to do the same.

when the offer to join her towards the hilltops was made, the sylph gave a simple nod and moved to follow where the yearling would lead. she took care to leave enough room between them that there'd be no accidental bump of contact.

enough space to avoid the suffocation of undesired anxiety.