Wheeling Gull Isle like the sand on my feet

her mother nudged her- what did she want now? nüwu pulled herself to her feet, finding little desire to explore. her mother left the den as she often may, and the little thinker half-expected the dark babysitter. instead as nüwu blinked away the sleep, she saw her mother's smiling face from the entrance. nüwu stared back, unreadable- what was this supposed to mean? then the familiar face vanished, and she began to curl up again... but one minute, then two passed. where was the was the babysitter? finally the enchantress made her way upward in the slope towards the exit, peering out hesitantly with wide blue eyes. the world beyond was quite bright, and so she squinted quietly, bothered but too intrigued by the grass and trees to look away.