Wheeling Gull Isle mouhai

the long pale legs stilled, and heda turned to look at the small daughter who had come to her from across the sea. she had nursed this child, spoken into the tiny folded ears of god's love, embraced the girl as one of her own.
and yet, like ava, heda too felt the stirring of a difference to which she could put no words. "hello, my lamb," she clucked back, raising a paw to invite little amara closer, into an embrace. "i was going to the tidepools. do you wanna come with me?"