Wheeling Gull Isle All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

As the pale girl moved away, Padma flipped over again, and watched her head toward the water. Slightly worried about her shoulder, the reddish girl wondered if they should try and find a healer. Despite only knowing her a short period of time, Padma held a deep sense of loyalty to her newest friend.

A yelp shook Padma’s more serious thought process and a broad grin split her lips, as quickly as Strand had hopped away Padma had run toward her. Giving a playful nudge as she passed, she bound into the water. Letting a shriek of her own permeate the air, the frigid water passing easily through her shedding winter coat. Turning around and facing her friend, she splashed in the water, and then a mischievous look over took her kind amber eyes. Looking at the water and then back at Strand Padma flung her paw at the water, lifting it just enough to try and dose her sandy colour companion in water. Her laughter fluttered in the air.