Wheeling Gull Isle we fuel the fire, the spark

He was just too much fun to poke fun at. "I mean, you couldn't blame them. It's just too pretty." As if he weren't, though that certainly wasn't the case. No, she had little doubts it was him that she would be hearing stories about. And they would likely be wonderful. It didn't even cross her mind that she could be one of them.

"Well then, I hope they didn't give them any ideas." She looked up at the birds circling, eyes trailing after them. What she wouldn't give to be able to fly like that. They could go anywhere, never had to worry about falling or climbing. It had to be just about the greatest thing. She was sure the appeal was less when seen from the bird's perspective, but from hers it looked pretty good.

"Yeah, not really an ideal way to weed out the prospects." Any girl who would be that freaked out by a little bird crap probably wouldn't climb this anyway. She didn't know that she'd ever met anyone that skittish. The conversation was turning somewhat dark, so she gently nudged it in a slightly brighter direction. "So, you've met my brother. You got family?" Well, maybe a brighter direction, depending on his family history.