Wheeling Gull Isle ephemeral

 she, too, was beginning to hear the funny-odd chorus of the world around her. that with her still developing eyesight allowed her to begin to construct some simple ideas about primary comfort and secondary figure. primary comfort is warm and soft - is mother, and reed trusts her implicitly. secondary figure is... odd. a poor consolation prize, to be sure, but reed has amused herself with trying to imitate his odd grumblings nonetheless. 

 there was one other figure, though she'd not assigned it a name yet. something also small and squeaky that doesn't seem to be of particular use. every so often the ruddy girl toddles into it's side and bounces off with a petulant whine, but beyond that their interactions are, as of yet, limited. 

primary comfort-mother's vibrations.. that she can hear now, still weird, soothe her usual grumbling down. primary-mother begins to nudge her gently, and she protests for the sake of protesting even as she stumbles forward, her small body easily maneuvered by the larger figure.