Wheeling Gull Isle I am the owner of nowhere land, queen of a castle that’s made of sand.

in that moment ava was disadvantaged; she had no way to tell her side of the story. dinah’s recount was met with a wretched stare.

instructed then to flounce off in a direction opposite of dinah, ava rose. intrusive thoughts of kicking dirt over both bouquets came to mind, but with towhee there ava didn’t dare; besides, the small child in her was desperate for approval from some adult figure.

she shook out her bladed ruff and begun walking away, exhaling through her nose as she began exploring the adjacent tide pools.