Wheeling Gull Isle iii. awaken

Shadow and light, dancing joyful and fearless across a field;

and this place would be theirs. A place to always return, no matter how far their restless feet took them. The place of their beginning, and perhaps one day they would find their ends here, too. But not today.

Their play stretched into long hours; the sun faded; Blue yawned and flopped into the sand, and was unceremoniously done. She stretched out, tail still thumping against the ground. We could fish, She suggested, yawning again, and her stomach rumbled as if roused by the thought. There's still enough light. Maybe.