Wheeling Gull Isle we fuel the fire, the spark

She laughed at his suggestion, nodding. "That's one way! I'd like to catch one and try it out sometime, see what it's all about. Maybe some of them don't have as hard of shells?" Or perhaps, as he said, some parts of them weren't as well armored as others. Really she'd never gotten all that up close and personal with one of the little creatures so she couldn't say for sure.

"That's good to know!" She'd file away that little promise for future use, as he'd make a fine adventure partner for some of her less appealing ideas. Some just couldn't overcome an idea and see the fun in the situation such as marsh exploring or honey collecting. They just saw the threat of bees or the somewhat smelly, dismal setting and backed out before even giving it a shot.

She did as he suggested, careful where she placed her paws. To make a slip up now would result in quite a tumble, and it was more than likely she'd take him with her should she do so. Luckily, she only had one minor slip when a paw skidded off the rock, but it was on the side facing the cliff face, so she doubted her companion even noticed it. It sure gave her an adrenaline jump for a second, though... not an entirely unwelcome one either. The thrill of being up so high was part of the fun. Vienna was birdlike in more ways than one.

She paused on a ledge, the air cleaner up here while still containing a hint of brine. There were birds everywhere here, so she assumed they had nests further up. It wasn't mating season, so they weren't being too territorial at the moment, although she wasn't sure how that would hold out the further up they went. "Oooh," she breathed quietly, looking out over the ocean. While they weren't as high as their vantage points on the Spire, there the beauty was in the trees. Here, the ocean held a different sort of wonder. "Imagine the sunset here. Wowww."