Wheeling Gull Isle long time the manxome foe he sought—

Pretty eyes met him, two-toned and set within a flustered golden face. She was cute - and so small!

His worry subsided when she talked, wholly with it instead of coughing up a lung fulls of sea water in the place of words. Thank God, she hadn't drowned on her way out here! Though her antics made him pause, and he laughed, unable to hold one back.

Cute, small, and silly!

And maybe courageous, too.

Did you swim all the way here? Is what Simeon would have asked, if a bird didn't start divebombing the pretty girl as soon as he opened his mouth. Thankfully his ears caught wind of the stranger's whisper before he reached out to shoo the bird away, and Simeon lit up.

You have a bird?! Dude, that's sick! forgetting the fact this girl had literally washed up on his childhood doorstep. He bounced closer and craned for a better look. What kinda bird is it? How did you get it to follow you?