Wheeling Gull Isle can i get a kiss goodnight?

Emerging forward from the foliage in long strides, her posture was clean, her walk dignified. She ought to be an empress who looked like one, no? She would have to boast an air of confidence- and she ought to groom that raggedy pelt more frequently too.

As if a miracle, a white ghost hung just past the border, cyan eyes alight. Ying. She would recognize the nuvujak anywhere, and in recent days she hoped to see her all the more. Huā broke away from her façade, bursting into a run towards the girl. Halting like a car pressing on the brakes suddenly, she slid to a stop just in front of her. Without a word, silently she wept while planting lapping kisses on her sister's cheek eagerly, communicating the message silently of where were you? I missed you so much!