Wheeling Gull Isle bred of an airy word

her wanderings around the idle were best defined by their aimlessness and her own total lack of grace, the long-legged girl had yet to adapt to the fast growth of her limbs and as such teetered and tumbled among the shore. in the odd moment she would find some delicate balance and ope across the shore in movement approaching grace, before a shorebird, or pretty shell, would distract and have her miss a step. 

the trickle of water that was not sea and the scent of one of her family had her wheel and make haste towards the stream. she came across Moorhen quickly enough, and permanent curve of her muzzle widened in an airy smile. "moor!" she reached forward to plant a plaintive kiss on the woman's muzzle, asking quickly, "please play with me, please?" she included two pleases for good measure, bending into a play bow as chestnut gaze sought moorhen's.