Wheeling Gull Isle all I want to say

considering huā had spoken her native language around her children, mal's words weren't remotely familiar. not even in a distant way like an old song you heard once- they were new, and strange, and somehow blunter. the only part she understood- nu..wu, she mumbled quietly to herself in imitation, though her gaze failed to meet his as he bent down to her level. she was distracted staring at his toes- bigger than her own- until her sister invaded her space in her own way, trying to bite at the very thing which nüwu observed curiously. the child paid her sibling an uncomfortable glance, but ultimately shifted awkwardly aside, feeling her own place in the developing hierarchy was not enough for her to push an agenda.