Wheeling Gull Isle daggers and diamonds

As if summoned by the sound of her name, however feebly spoken, the little pearl popped one milky blue eye open, then the other. Peeping softly, she tipped back her head to regard the pale-furred Melonii with unabashed wonder and infinite trust — and then she yawned, tiny pink tongue curling toward the roof of her mouth, and snuggled her tiny body around the girl’s ankle, where she promptly fell asleep.