Wheeling Gull Isle and then the days got worse and worse

he came closer, and the girl who had been so bold during the first trip from the den now seemed to shrivel into herself, not backing away but clearly not inviting. who was this and what did he want with her? the smile and uttered word managed to soothe her nerves slightly, and her posture, while still tense, became more comfortable then. he...oh, she imitated under her breath, more to herself than him. the word was unfamiliar, but intriguing, and she gazed up to him with wide blues as if hungry for more babbles.