Memory is a crazy woman \\ Gale, any islanders

[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free   She doesn’t seem to understand, and Gale takes yet another step away. The distance is comforting. Gale’s wings shuffle uncomfortably at his side, and then flare out at her unexpected squeal. She jumps to the side, dodging something invisible, and any comfort that moving away from her had given him is washed thin. It drains away completely as she moves toward him. Though nothing about her suggests that she is dangerous, Gale is very certain that he does not want her any closer. His wings – bright, white, and feathered – flare out to his sides, held high and imposing. She’s seemed a little intimated before, perhaps she will keep her distance if he can recreate whatever it is that had kept her away before. “Help?” He repeats dumbly, startled by the request. “Help with what?” @[Crackjaw]