Wheeling Gull Isle if anything was ever true, it was how i feel about you

 the events unfolding around her she isn't privy to, but reed can pick up on her mother's anxiety as of late, on a general restlessness in the air. the toddler is as demanding as ever but something about her mother's intensity in this moment subdues her as she wobbles closer, bumping against her legs. "mama?" reed asks, not one-hundred percent sure what she's saying but it sounds important and reed wants to pay attention for once, puppy blue eyes following her gesture out toward the sea. reed still doesn't know what to make of it besides big and wet but change as a general rule? not something she's a big fan of. "no," she asserts, and buries her face in mama's legs until she is forced to move.