Wheeling Gull Isle And I don't even care about what people say

Moorhen did watch, bristling silently as the boy pranced around her beach picking up her sticks and squandering them for his stupid game. Distantly, she recognized that these emotions were not things she would usually feel toward such a silly offense.

"Why do you - " Moorhen grit her teeth for a moment, irritated with herself for not having a word for this in any tongue. Sully is what she meant. "You should not throw into ocean," she said after a moment, bloodred gaze narrowed as the brunt of her ire fell upon the boy. He was not the cause of her sour mood, but an unfortunate outlet.