Wheeling Gull Isle if anything was ever true, it was how i feel about you

mama does not go along with her assertion, and reed pouts, thoroughly put out as she's easily led to the edge of the water. she's only ever seen the ocean from afar. up close, it's a little scary and strange. mama's still talking but reed ignores her, instead focusing on inching closer to the tide until she can touch it with her tiny peach toes.

weird! water floods her tiny feet and she makes a shocked wailing noise, tumbling back toward her mother. "no!" reed repeats, this time directed at the ocean. how dare it dampen her royal paws? she growls at it, weaving around mama's legs and paying no mind to the arrival of her older brother.