Wheeling Gull Isle Look monsieur, where all the children play.

She took to grooming her sister, eyes half-closed in a practiced gesture of calming. Ava was upset, she was unsettled, she was in need. But it would be okay. They had one another; they had...

Dinah. The darkling remembered her belatedly, the perfect pretty redhead who had seemed so kind. Just for a moment. But that nameless chasm still yawned between them, wider now than ever, and Ana found herself eyeing the girl suspiciously for a moment.

Then she sighed quietly through her nose, and edged a little closer to the older girl in a silent show of camaraderie.