Wheeling Gull Isle can you paint with all the colors

seal crouched to the ground, tremors of excitement rolling up and down her frame. ava's gaze darted from seal to psalm, a kindred energy thrumming through her.

there was a collective pause, a hang of baited breath from both as psalm turned! and then the rewarding crescendo in their act as beak ground plant matter into fodder, a grating munch back and forth in metronome.

ava found seal's questioning eyes upon her. how had she known? the girl gave a mute shrug of her shoulders. she was an island thing, and so was psalm -- maybe seal had her own inland secrets ava would never know!

she dashed forwards with an idea, her nose trailing the wet sand as she looked for more things to offer psalm in a game of 'will-she-like-it? will-she-not?'