Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

there is a small delight in making one’s own play. a new world opened up before her, while the old world and its rigid constructs faded away.

each fling of the shell, her eyes watched its arc in the air and then she darted after it. behind her the reeds shivered with a longing whine — but by now ava was transfixed in her own magical realm of amusement.

suddenly a pair of sorrowful eyes descended her world, fixed upon her with longing.

ava took a step back, slowly meeting judah’s gaze. the rim of his eyes were unfathomable, tinted with streaking gold.

her expression was so woefully serious that for a moment it seemed she might turn him away — but at that second her coldness dissolved and she bashfully pushed the shell to his feet.