Wheeling Gull Isle he can hold you, and shake you child.

gosh i love his thought process

on ava amara went. she pounced on each new ridge produced by the leviathan's churning flippers, noiseless save the occasional gurgle of amusement. the tiniest grains of sand rolled away from her batting paws, and she delighted at the coolness of the sand between each small toe.

malakai stood watch behind her. anyone besides ava might think his presence there was a protective deterrent -- but ava knew it was not her he stood watch over.

she paused as the water-beast paused, her nose glistening in the bright sun as she sampled the brine on the breeze. watchful of the great thing, ava mimicked her and pounced upon a bundle of kelp, taking it greedily into her mouth.

blech! it tasted too salty and astringent! she spat it on the sand and looked back to the turtle in bewilderment -- surely it preferred better cuisine than nasty sea-grass?

and that was when a most delightful idea came to little ava amara.