Wheeling Gull Isle My name is Bilius Felcrex

concluding this for trade purposes!

Ana makes a haphazard gesture to the crumpled flowers, and as Dinah had bent down to look at them closer — did she want more of the same ones? — she makes a break for it. Confused at first, it then occurs to her that perhaps Ana wanted her to follow!
Tentatively, she trots after her, head curiously lowered to the ground and tail thwacking her heels. You gotta slow down, she snarks, though this time, her tone is much lighter. Playful, even, a billowing giggle fluttering from between her lips. C'mon, this way. We'll go over by the tidepools. Cool stuff grows over there.
The flowers, she thought, were what looked to be beach peas and white heathers, and so she sought the identifiable shapes as the pair toddles eastward. Through the thicket and back out into the open grassy sands, the sound of gulls squawking just overhead; two sisters, together.
Maybe things could be alright.