Wheeling Gull Isle and I got on my knees

Haoming paused for a moment before wriggling closer, eager to explore and navigate this newfound being she'd run into. How odd - a small, fuzzy thing like herself. There was no concept of number for the child yet, so she wouldn't know for a while that there were three other siblings that she had. For now it was just herself and this one. 

The child felt something wet on her ear and let out a shrill, angry cry, exaggeratedly loud and outraged. How dare this thing wet her ear!