Wheeling Gull Isle snake eyed with a sly smile.

ava absolutely would forgive, because ava would absolutely forget. there was an undercurrent of vengeance in the small girl, but it would ever direct outwards — and she was far too young to truly tap into such deep wellsprings. 

she looked behind her once or twice to ensure that her father was still following, but eventually she tired of his careful pace and went full sprint down towards the tide flats. 

so many sights and smells competed for her attention! she nosed from one tiny pool to the next, sometimes thrusting her entire head underwater to better see what inhabited the other side.