Wheeling Gull Isle tengeri só

Wednesday had recalled in passing watching the woman of her dreams pick up shells. To what end, she was not sure. But her typically unobservant eye caught the shape and the fortitude of the things she picked at, and continued on her way. Now between her lips Wednesday held a plethora of them, the ones to the left of her mouth lifting her jokers lip and making her all the more hideous.

She had not forgotten the others intervening. She knew also the other had been kicked out. Having not been told she and Erz would be leaving the island together in their heat (for surely one would come with the other), Wednesday knew that the debt would be repaid in spades. Her lady-love would get what she wanted and Wednesday would, for as long as she lived, continue to obtain these things for her.

Wednesday bounded toward Erz and darted a few feet ahead of her, opening her jowls when she felt she was a distance the water could not reach and letting the shells spill forth for the other to judge. Wednesday titled her head to look at the other, tail waving slowly behind her. Wednesday was not always so tender, but felt the grand gesture was more than deserved.