Wheeling Gull Isle like the sand on my feet

daiyu is here as needed, a little shadow to make sure children are good.

she had arrived before the chocolate woman that smelled like the dark warrior started to sing, they had exchanged a look but she did not speak. the only ones she spoke to without being spoke to first was the siren she often liked to be around and her children, the very children that now were allowed to wander outside the den. she did not speak to them but they knew the look she gave them, don't cause your mama any trouble or I will step in. they knew she would not let them misbehave, she was here as insurance, and to help keep an eye on the unruly children. the woman's singing was nice, even if it was silly.