Wheeling Gull Isle tu me manques; where did you go?

droman has, for the better part of young reed's life, been about as interesting to her as a rock. she tolerates his existence (and, perhaps begrudgingly, will admit she cares for him -- what, he's family, she's not a monster) but is otherwise largely unimpressed with what he has to offer her. she vastly prefers mama and eirlys, who indulge in her need to be fawned over. tapat and celleach are okay. could do better with the indulging.

i digress. the princess is developing interests of her own -- no not just herself although that still features prominently on her list of favorite things. she is attracted to the tiny plants that have begun to force their way from the late-winter ground, intent on forcing spring to happen. the island hosts all manner of treasures -- strange plants and objects that capture her curiousity -- and she is glad mama agreed to her idea of returning. 

she's chewing very thoughtfully on a dandelion shoot when droman appears, fish in mouth. she eyes him indolently, unmoved from her position laying across the edge of the beach where sand and snowy-grass intermingle. then mama shows up -- ah, now, there's a reason to move. she climbs to her feet and makes her way closer, intercepting mama's interception of droman with a happy whine.