Wheeling Gull Isle Revenge of the orchestra.

Gramma lessens the blow of their prior discussion, and admittedly, Dinah is more than ready to laugh about something again. Her lip curls teasingly. But I'm your faaaaaavorite, right? of course she was! Why wouldn't she be?
C'mon. They're probably over in the greenhills. the girl weaves her foreleg betwixt the strong arm of the elder Redhawk, pulling her forward with a gentle tugging motion; until a better idea strikes her.
She is still a child.
Suddenly, she makes a wild dash ahead through the grove of violet blooms. Race you! And, of course, she would probably win.