It has been too long since Meixing has left her island.

One year bleeds into another--

--and Meixing remembers washing up here, three years ago now. She remembers being young. Dreaming of seeing the entire world, of watching the grass cycle through green and yellow and brown beneath her paws, of chasing clouds into the night.

What had happened to those whimsical fantasies?

She's settled.

Her life has become predictable, and she's found comfort in that. She has Alduin, and Yuelin.

She doesn't know if she has Hua anymore. In the back of her mind, she realizes that the thought of Hua's absence doesn't bother her anymore.

She and Hua haven't been close for a long time. Not since the illness.

Meixing is startled out of her thoughts when she steps on something sharp. Frowning, she looks down, and finds that the shaft of a feather had been sticking out of a patch of mud. She shakes out her paw, wrinkling her nose at the little spot of blood that's welled up from her pad.

Shit was going down on the mainland. She wanted to go but, also didnt. Visitors plagued her dreams and words of someone she did not know. The history of this land being revealed. The ground rumbled. Something to the southeast... When Daiyu woke to it all, she was more confused then enlightened about this world, she felt. Who was this Dream Visitor? A god? A spirit? A demon!?

Shaking off her stupor, literally as she shook her head repeatedly as though she could shake this awkward feeling away, she lifts her head at the scent of blood on the air, mingled with sea-salt.

You okay cousin? She calls from further down the coast side.