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

despite the obvious importance of her presence, mama seems interested in whatever droman has with him. if it is something more worthy of time than her, it is deserving of at least some of her consideration, so the firey-furred girl deigns to look over her brother's offerings. two small slimy fish -- her eyes narrow as she looks at her brother, curious how he possibly managed to catch them. "no way," reed challenges, mostly for the sake of being difficult, though clearly she's impressed at the thought.

then mama addresses her and she eagerly turns her attention to her, preening herself only slightly. "been lookin' at flowers," she announces, the way one would announce the discovery of some paradigm-shifting discovery. "just like mama?" reed confirms, squeezing close to her legs to take her usual position (to think, soon she'll be too big to do this!)