Wheeling Gull Isle love isn't lying; it's loose in a lady who lingers

She had been wrong about Venninne. The name, anyway. It didn't fit. The girl was brave and strong, sure, but she was also a chatterbox—something the erstwhile guardian of the isle most definitely had not been. Maegi was lost for a while, pondering. It was only when she had woken from a dream, a word on her lips, and found herself blinking awake and looking right at the eldest pup.

Vesper. And so it was.

Maegi's face split in a grin as she watched Vesper show her little sister around; she was grateful for the girl's caution, given how much smaller Blue was compared to the others. It reminded her of the role Vaati had played in the earliest days of her life—protecting her, teaching her. Caring for her when so few did not.

It was good to have a big brother. . .or, in this case, a big sister. Still, she carefully watched their play, taking note of any discomfort or fear on the littlest child's part.