Wheeling Gull Isle can you paint with all the colors

seal’s hands moved in a fashion too articulate for ava to imitate. the kelp hung loose in her jaw as she replayed the motion in her head.

could this be the bridge between her lonely world and that of the spoken tongue? a sorry kind of longing flared in her gaze before becoming extinguished.  

a figure limped into view. ava studied the greyscale cast of this stranger — she recognized him as one of the visitors. when seal loped over to him with friendly body language, ava loosened and turned back to psalm. 

she slid the ribbon of kelp to the turtle, quietly imitating the motions seal made moments before.