Wheeling Gull Isle The sea waves are my evening gown

nüwu was a good girl, but curious. a few times she had wandered past foreign dens, smelled mother milk and stayed away- only looking for playmates who came outside on their own. well, today there was a new one. as she made her way past, the setting sun illuminated the dark face of an unknown boy. hi. she squeaked hesitantly, not yet daring to creep closer.