Wheeling Gull Isle good morning america!

Huā had come home with a heavy mixture of emotions, none too positive. Fear- fear of the possibility of what that seed could've done to her. Annoyance- annoyance with Ying's inability to put her words gently. Anger- anger with her, for going behind her back. And regret- regret for what she'd done, controlled by biology like a puppet on strings.

She was sulking when she returned- after Ying, making sure to take a different route home and slow her pace, so as not to interact with the girl. And it was peaceful- for a little while. She made her way home on her bridge of sand, crossed her borders, and then began to grapevine them, following the general lines marked by her people. But it wasn't long until the silver girl made her appearance on the path. 哎呀。。。 What use would there be in avoiding her? Their reunion was inevitable as it always would be. So she continues, stopping a few yards from Ying. And... squinting, she could make out the girl's face, blue eyes swollen and red. Had she been crying?