Wheeling Gull Isle Ethereal

HELLO SIR HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST

Someone was here.
Someone Dinah had never seen before; someone who skulked and paced reptilian just along the coast, and she'd caught sight of him at apparently just the right time.
She had not inherited her mother's hospitality, she'd come to learn. Padding on spindly limbs through the sagebrush and wildflowers, she appears in front of him with pride in her gait; shoulders neatly pressed back, ears in a fine prick. Eyes of pure azure ever watchful, glimmering; and as her own nostrils flare, she comes to a halt at a safe distance. Go away.