Wheeling Gull Isle when she strut, she got (body and blood)

MISSED YALL

she feels she has blossomed overnight, no longer a stumbling baby but a creature of grace and sharp wit, a nearly-adult (close enough!). the island has been good to her -- she walks by the sea, occasionally collecting baubles, mostly just enjoying the sand and the sea. she explores the island, learning flora from @Hemlock and honing her sense of superiority. 

today she is b o r e d. her brother is -- she can't be bothered to keep track, her mother is not nearby to entertain her, the island is busy with the children, the new children, their charm stealing her rightful place as most important. bah. she supposes she doesn't mind them (enjoys, even, tending to them, though she'd never admit it). but what is she supposed to do to keep herself busy? 

the ocean, sadly, has no answers for her today.