Wheeling Gull Isle Mother is God

He dreamt he was flying.

Seagull wings carried him higher, plunged him lower, danced him through the splash of many waves. He laughed, rolled, twirled through the air. The rocks rose around him, but the gulls navigated him through every one.

Narrow misses here and there, but the thrill of life, of wind in his fur, made Simeon laugh and laugh.

The gulls, too! Their eyes were like starlight and one by one they carried his siblings to fly alongside him. Dinah laughed and touched the clouds, which became sunbeams undertow. Malakai tried to roar at them like he’d done to Gramma Twee, but the clouds roared back, and Simeon laughed at that!

He looked about for Judah, but the flurry of wings hid him away, and instead, a small voice rose up and filled the air.

It started so quiet, until it turned into a wail.

aaaaaammmMMMIIIIIIII!!

The seagulls dropped, and darkness pierced the light. Simeon woke with a snort and a start, a jerk of his head upward.

And the screaming did not fade.

Juju! he snapped right around and pushed his paws against his brother to shake him awake, shh shh shh, wass wrong, wass wrong?

With a frantic glance he looked about to see if anyone else had woken up — but he couldn’t tell, only assumed they must have, and he switched his attention back to his brother in a harried attempt to comfort him.