Wheeling Gull Isle enter sandman

early morning, too early to be up. yet rich cobalt eyes searched the shorelines with a mouth full of trinkets. she picked up a few loose shells (she favored the scallop shell the most) along with a few baby sandollars. sand uncomfortably scratched against her tongue and gums but she gave it no attention; she was just happy to be up at this hour to find her precious items.

as she trotted along the soaked sand while the tide was pulled away, a figure was coming closer to view. the scent of home lingered nearby, so this new face must've been part of the clan. she was coming towards her, and lei lei struggled to let out a chuff in greeting, the tone a bit curious. what was this other doing out at this hour?