Wheeling Gull Isle can you paint with all the colors

seaweed ava mimed into the open space between them, whirling to pin her sights on the hobbling man who now stood besides her.

she rose carefully as psalm slipped into the waters. the man’s arms moved too; this was the dawn of a wide world of possibilities for ava, who had never once drawn a word from her little mouth. 

she watched the signals in fascination, but had no way to respond. she looked back to where the turtle had been, gradually peering at phox again. she raised her paw but stopped, watchful.