Wheeling Gull Isle mama proud

huojin walked toward the outside, crawling between his mother's legs to sit beside her belly. similar to russian dolls, he was the miscolored reflection of the starqueen, hidden by her plumes of sand-stained fur.

the night sky was clearer than it had been before; he could make out the basic shapes, see some of the connections, though his mind wasn't mature enough to understand. huojin looked up at his mother, silently begging her to speak more, more! and turned to drink from her store.