Wheeling Gull Isle one of my turns

" I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance. "

Undersea's nightraven watched her ghostgirl from the shadows, surveying her companion with interest.  Where had she come from?  It had seemed to the mother that the white-furred child had simply materialized from the walls of the valley, and everyone had accepted her as their own.  Those were in the days when nobody told her anything anymore, after she had willingly stepped down from her (rightful) throne.

Why had she followed?  And would she too end up leaving the nameless woman's side?  

She took a step forward, then another.  Her gait was slow, halting.  M-mephaaala, she whispered, hoping not to draw the girl's intention.  She got the feeling that whatever she was doing was personal, sacred — surely she wouldn't want a stupid girl interrupting.