Wheeling Gull Isle loneliness is a dealer's sweep

As the little sailor grew, more of the world wished to greet him. First came Sight and then Hearing, the latter most unusual. When he opened his mouth, there were sounds that came out—noises to disrupt the silence, some louder than others but all equally intriguing. Oftentimes the child could be found murmuring to himself, babbling and cooing at different volumes, wondering about each sound; when he was not babbling he was either eating or sleeping and, sometimes, simply gazing at those around him—with Sight improving, too, he was more drawn to his siblings. Mere shadows of varying shapes and sizes no more, those images were becoming more clear. Soon, perhaps, he might even be able to differentiate them.

Xiaoqing was only just waking up when he heard the clicking of the Milk Giver, a new sound that caused his head to whip around to face her. Although he was originally going to spend the day the same as always, making unnecessary noises, those plans changed the second that sound reached his ears. Wide-eyed and staring, the babe could not remove his gaze from the face of his mother, attention locked on.