Wheeling Gull Isle but i was hedging my bets at vbs

I'onno, Dinah mumbles. I think maybe they're little gifts from God. To help us see at night.
She parts from her brother's form for only a moment to pace further along the wet saltshore, flopping firmly at the hilt of the sand in a bow before coming into a full lay. They needed to dry off before they tracked muck up into the den again.
I wonder what God made the patterns in 'em for. Maybe to tell us things about ourselves! Like, if we see a certain one at a certain time, she reaches a briny paw outward in search of Judah, and for a fleeting moment, she considers staying like this forever. like secret messages.