Wheeling Gull Isle he's been waiting to bring you down.

ava tore her eyes from the blotting heavens as sound snuffled behind her. her gaze lit up as she recognized everett, her little tail beating in staccato against the hard floor. while she uttered little more than babbles or coos so far, her expression communicated her excitement clearer than any words could as she met the man she would come to know as father.

his attention fixed on the canvas of blues and pale yellows above. ava turned back to the sky and breathed in response; beautiful was such a new word for her, but here was no better word to convey the majesty of the heavens above.