Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

ava grinned from ear to ear as she lifted a paw, the carapace crunching as it regained a somewhat defeated shape. she peered to judah to see if he approved; his reproachful expression chilled her.

the darkling frowned. it was a hard life for a godforsaken orphan child in god's brightly lit sweetharbour; it seemed everything around her was gold, but she was a rusty stain that darkened anything she touched.

the girl raised the crab to her mouth with a babble, eating in a manner that could be thoughtful were it not for a new crab that stole her attention. this one was larger than the rest, and it successfully fended her attempts of crushing it with heavy and raised pincers.

eventually ava tired of this play. if judah was going to be bossy, she was going to go elsewhere where his reproachful stare would not find her.