Wheeling Gull Isle snake eyed with a sly smile.

flowers. the word conjured to mind the angry grimace, a flying fist —

ava slunk behind caracal’s legs. as he reached for her toes she looked upon the sand, eyes watering. she was too distraught to answer. 

she brought a chubby fist across her eyes and sniffled, stifling the beginning of a soft cry.