Wheeling Gull Isle sermon on the mount

Dinah found herself with no one to sit beside. The swaying of lavender tickles at her sides as she bounds toward the effervescent silhouette of her dearest Mama; the bodies filing in, shuffling together, and she watches with uncertainty.
John and Whisker, or whatever his name was; like Judah, neither of them she found herself particularly fond of, for they were not her family. John had a habit of appearing where she did not want him, and Whisker was weird and quiet. And so for that, she scuttles away.
Judah and Malakai; entwined, as always, and she felt the urge to force herself between them. She takes a step towards them with a deep frown before she realizes that she would likely regret doing so.
At the present moment, she saw not Daddy or Simmy or Uncle Ev through the foliage, or any of the other darkling children — except for one. Ava, who she had scarcely looked in the eye after the recent incident, let alone talked to after the bouquet catastrophe. Her gaze fixes on her resolutely, but the bitter, ugly part of her says leave it alone.
And so, she decides to sit with a lonesome bumblebee hovering over the delicate blossoms, paws tucked neatly together, and waits.