Wheeling Gull Isle by the light of a burning donkey

set for tomorrow!

unbeknownst to the growing child, she had awoken this morning to another change. the milky blue of her infant eyes was fading, growing slightly darker and duller— and a fleck of orange now shone in her left eye, like a tiny flame on a matchstick.

she stretched with an elongated yawn, feet pressing against some of her siblings (@Blueberry, @Prevost, @Peregrine) or parents (@Mou, @Maegi). she remained there, lazy as sleep ebbed away.