Wheeling Gull Isle all I want to say

Unfortunately for all parties involved, Haoming was not one of the slumbering children. The dappled girl looked up with bleary blue eyes as her mother approached, and was just about to be happy to see her - because milk was great and she had it! - when he came in.

Wait a sec. There were other big shapes unlike her mother?

Haoming did not like that

A high pitched, warbling growl escaped her and her shoulders tensed, what was meant to be a frightening glare (but was really just her tiny face all scrunched up) turned toward this strange man. Every now and then she would look back up at her mother - it was she who brought the stranger here after all.