Wheeling Gull Isle dance with me and shake your bones.

instinct told accipitra something largely ominous had just moved. she froze in the manner of a beetle, eyes lifted to the sudden shape that gave form to a giant. 

a rumble started from within, shivering the ferns and quaking the air. a rancid gust of wind curdled the very air she breathed, sending the girl tumbling back with a pinched expression of shock. 

RUDE!!

she rose shakily from the fronds, a new dusting of sand on her back. her nose twitched as the unpleasant odor assailed her senses, sending her into a fit of sneezes as she tried to rid herself of the rank miasma which now enveloped her form.