Wheeling Gull Isle all I want to say

Slumber was a regular thing for the boy, that and nursing his two favourite activities. Dozing peacefully, he was none the wiser when his mother returned home and even less aware of the stranger at her heels. All he knew were the fantastical images that danced behind closed eyes, stories spun and wonders living boldly within his mind—that is, until the commotion caused by one of his sisters woke him up.

Startled awake by the growling, Xiaoqing blinked several times whilst trying to focus on where the noise was coming from. His gaze never quite reached Haoming, however, drifting off first to the Milk Giver and then the stranger at her side. A deep, instinctual feeling overcame him at the sight of another, silencing the boy as he tried to appear as small—and invisible—as he possibly could. No way was something eating him today.