Wheeling Gull Isle my tears melt into the sea

The small child of deep bluish black and marked with white dis not react as the two adults conversed, after all her ears were not developed enough to hear their words. Instead she dreamed, her mind filling with colors and shapes she did not understand and yet were all the more real. She gave a squeaking sound in her sleep, her back paws kicking as if she was running or maybe letting after something. She did not know this was all happening as her mind drifted, she was happy in her own little world.