Wheeling Gull Isle Sailors live so restlessly

Coos and babbles, she adored the sounds- warming her heart immediately with their adorable nature. Better than crying, certainly! Huāzhen did not know what a dangerous lesson she might be teaching about the correlation between crying and attention, only knew that giving the boy what he wanted now made things a lot simpler at present. 

Little blue tumbled, rolling onto his back and eliciting a tiny giggle from his mother. Silly boy. Pale paws reached up to her from below, batting at the air and occasionally brushing the edge of her muzzle. She leaned closer, making the reach easier- and loving the feeling of interacting with her blue-eyed son. Xiaoqing... She murmured lovingly, content to be his playtoy until he wore himself back to sleepiness.