Wheeling Gull Isle warm and bright

She had been tossing and turning before her night colored mother aroused her from her slumber, something about catching a running flower or something ridiculous like that but it was not something she could remember. Instead she gave arather big stretch ad her nose graced along her similar colored body, a quiet yawn escaping without thought. infant blue eyes blinked then blinked again as light streamed from the colorfully patched holes in their home, her focus finally landing on both her larger brother and her unwell mother. 

A soft sound come from her that could nto be mistaken as words, her legs finally getting under her after a few uncoordinated tries. Her brother had taken the location she wanted but she gave a soft sneezing like sound and simply moved to be beside her night mother, her gaxe looking up with a head tilt of confusion.

What were we doing today?