Wheeling Gull Isle tripping on skies, sipping waterfalls

It wasn't out of the ordinary to find Droman tucked neatly beneath Hemlock's chin. Some children found themselves comfortable in bushes, stalking beetles and mice; others were pleased to spend their time rolling in mud patches and kicking dirt-balls at their siblings. Droman, on the other hand, was content to spend time right where he was, and by extension, wherever Hemlock decided to be. Mama, he cooed, nudging at her jaw from his hiding spot, I like this.

For the first time in a long time, Droman detatched himself to explore the sandy shore. There were all sorts of things that he hadn't seen before (or didn't remember seeing); so much to discover! Immediately, the young Fearghal's tail began a steady sway from left to right, indicating his need to investigate. Ma-ma! he called, rushing tones in his voice clear, Come look!