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

cruetly. betrayal! her mother's assurances fall on deaf ears. she protests with a squeak as she's picked up but falls limp, lulled by the instinctive comfort of her mother's jaw. it does not stop her from glaring balefully at the water, as if the force of her baby blues will scorch the earth and remove the ocean underneath her. she squirms as she is lowered until her feet touch thankfully-dry earth. her mother's tongue is quick to follow and she yelps in protest (though really, she enjoys the attention), quickly turning into giggles: "mama!"