Wheeling Gull Isle an old flame

For any of Sweetharbor! @Heda, @Caracal, Towhee and any and all other.

Aiolos moved swift, having departed hours before the sun's awakening. The lowlands he strode through allowed him to do so- from field to pasture and to the outskirts of the bay. Though he did not see his newly wed daughter Vaire just yet. His sights set to the Isle further north. 

When he came to it, with a fur holding goods in his jaws, he awaited the right timing to cross, having done so for years in a time before. His muscles tremble at the touch of the cool salt waters. His limbs groan as they tread shallow surf, years older now and legs having no longer felt the pull of the tide in some time. 

At the shoreline just off the sandbar and onto dry earth, he settles his cargo down and pants for awhile. Toes toy with the sands, he sniffs the salty air, the forestry within, the lavender blooms. Then, he calls for those of the Sweetharbor.