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

Although Moorhen was unhappy with the boy and thought he was an idiot for throwing sticks into the ocean, she couldn't really explain why. The woodpile had been a private and largely useless endeavor, and it was finished now, anyway. And Doe had made her to worship the sea in her youth, but she was not a little girl anymore. The sea was just a body of water, and it didn't care if Lucas threw sticks into it. So why did Moorhen?

Waste of time, she said simply, her voice a bit more modulated and a bit less irritable, now. It was still faintly challenging, of course - Moorhen was out to ruin someone's day. After all, she was in a bad mood. Why shouldn't everyone else be, too? Small sticks are no trouble. Waves wash them back to sand.