Wheeling Gull Isle I could stay here for a lifetime.

The koi colored girl was the dancer's favorite, the one that always listened and never tired to push her boundaries. She was the cinnamon roll of the litter, the little one that mined her ps and qs. There was never a problem with the little sea dragon, she was content with staying where she was.

So it was no surprise to find her spotted head in the mouth of her family's hollow, there was no telling where the wilder bunch was. A smile played on her lips as she moved with the grace of what she was, a dancer. Entering the humble abode before mimicking the little girl's posture and form, if she wished to talk she would.  As if right now, this was nice. Peaceful