Wheeling Gull Isle wanna go to dreamland

aiolos's affections brought soft, pleased coos from huojin's mouth. he rolled onto his side, pressing the backside of his head against whatever part of his father might be most available, and used his available paws to play with misplaced pieces of sand. soft baby babble could be heard, none of it intelligible, as he ventured on the first of many explorations.