Wheeling Gull Isle the invention of the ship was the invention of the shipwreck

ava changed alongside her brother. it was in little ways, almost immeasurable. no matter the intervention of her saviors, where manners were concerned ava would always trend towards rougher edges. 

where abel preferred shade, ava often frolicked in the sun. yet she was rarely far from her pied brother, and when she retired to his form in the cool shade their fur seemed to melt together, a stark pool of ivory and obsidian. 

today abel ventured beyond his favored patch of shelter. ava slowed enough to nip his shoulder before she took to a canter towards the low tide.