Wheeling Gull Isle Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away.

Oh, the angels that chorused inside of Dinah's head right now!
You mean I'll get to see the mainland?! her words come out in a squeak of excitement, little body trembling with delight as she expulses her energy by dancing around in circles; one, two, three, four, five, before she's dizzy enough to land on her butt and beam up to Gramma with her biggest milkteeth grin. Really? You'd do that?!
Dinah's love for Gramma Towhee in its current form came from the fact that she promised to teach her things. First Ptero, then where babies come from, and now the mainland? Towhee might as well have been Jesus Christ Himself!
But there is a task at hand, one Dinah has been assigned. What direction does one go in to see the sunset? Um, a pause, a swish of air in her mouth as her cheeks blow up like a chipmunk's. weast! Yeah, weast! Rising up on gangly limbs once again, she mouths at Towhee's leg in order to get her, too, to rise up. This way!
She totally knows where she's going.