Wheeling Gull Isle loneliness is a dealer's sweep

nüwu perked up in unison, carefully eyeing her mother. what would she want now? to feed them? tuck them into bed? those were the things nüwu liked, though she had an unbearable curiosity about the light that emerged from one place in the den, and would not turn down the opportunity to take a look into the beyond. but for now she reflected xiaoqing- wide-eyed, staring, attention held. she was only a child, though- so huā ought to do something before her short-lived attention span would break the spell.