Wheeling Gull Isle plaža

oh, vise sah-gestion! slavuj was quick to, again, stow away the fish beneath his coat - habit borne of cohabiting with thief-gulls.

the bard threw his head back, as a wolf does, but instead of the weaving melodies of a howl, his singing voice barked a call:

yoo-hoo, miss @Heda~!

as the echoes of a bark rung deep into the isle, he looked again at this fellow, tongue out in an open-mouthed smile.

baht, agaen, ai haev tchu ask - vho is yeau, islander?