Wheeling Gull Isle love isn't lying; it's loose in a lady who lingers

c'mon, she encouraged again, tail wagging and body shaking with joy as her young sister clumsily closed the distance between them. vesper didn't yet have the emotional intelligence to read her sister's body language, so whether or not blueberry was frustrated or enjoying the game was lost on her; the pale girl was playing it, and that was what mattered.

either way, vesper licked her sister's cheeks affectionately when she reached her, and then leapt away to start the game over again.