Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

play was perhaps the oldest instinct there was besides eat; for it was nobler than anything, and sharpened every puppyish creature to their final, predatory form. 

judah seized the shell and begun to whirl. sand churned beneath his feet. his figure blurred, moving faster and faster in little streaks until — 

off the shell went! ava’s eyes widened in delight, watching as the carapace and its comet-tail streaked across an impossibly blue sky —

ava amara tore after it, ready to play until exhaustion stole her legs out from under her. eventually the sun would sink behind the cliffs, darkness would crawl among the sand and reeds, and the pair would return to the den to sleep soundly among the bodies of their family.  

but for now the shrieks of their laughter filled the lavender glade. 

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