Wheeling Gull Isle look how long we've been around each other

Can you tell me? Her eyes were trained on the twinkling lights, trying to track the stars as they glinted in and out of view. Ying's ears were smoothed back against her skull in submission to...to something, to whatever it was that'd caused her such awe. She was not one for the spiritual, but thought that there was something worth noting about sights such as this.