Wheeling Gull Isle tripping on skies, sipping waterfalls

reed remembers the sea. she remembers the shock of it against her paws for the first time, the way it looked as she was carried over the bridge, hung from her family's loving jaws. she remembers the sea, but she does not remember these strangers, and so regards them with suspicion even as she walks with mama. they are not threats, she understands that much, and if mama is going with them, they must be an all-right lot. nevertheless.

droman, overcome by some new energy, runs ahead to the shore. reed raises her head a little haughtily, content to stick close to mama's side until she's nudged -- mama says to look for treasure, droman's gotten a head start, no fair! -- at which point she takes off after her brother. she's definitely going to find the better treasure, the best treasure! to share with mama -- the fearghal makes her way to droman's side, sniffing at whatever he's discovered with an unimpressed air before announcing "m'gonna find somethin' nicer," and setting to combing the sands for some beautiful trinket.