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

Strand stumbled a bit when Padma nudged her, a little unsteady with her injured shoulder, but she managed to keep her paws underneath her. She grinned at the girl, glad that her friend had come to play with her. The grin quickly left her face at the feel of freezing water splashing her coat. She shrieked at the cold of it, and said, “Oh, I see how it is! Splash the injured girl with water!” Then with her good front paw, she returned the favor, sweeping it down into the waves and splashing water in Padma’s direction. She was so cold from the water that parts of her were numb, mostly her paws, and she knew they couldn’t stay in here for long, but it was fun for the moment.