Wheeling Gull Isle The saltwater room.

When the smoothing of her mother's tongue came to the girl's rosy brow, she mewled softly. Distracted at once from her nosing among feathered undersides, Luli lifted her oversized head to point her muzzle upward, new eyes searching for where that random kiss had come from.

She was a little surprised to see something. A dark face, blurred and unrecognisable, yet familiar in some way. Luli was not afraid of this new sight and was quick to associate the colours with comfort and safety. Cooing softly, the dappled infant blinked and moved around, eager to reach out for a closer look.