Wheeling Gull Isle Songs of wonder

hoping for @Mou

Gailiv lifted her sandy snout skywards, breathing in the beautifully salted air. It was a fresh morning. The cold cut her nostrils but the stinging just affirmed her love for her new home, and celebrated the differences from Belize. She had heard of islands in Belize with sand and salty air, but had never ventured near to them. The stale river by Lamenai was all she knew.

Before now.