Wheeling Gull Isle like the sand on my feet

so many... so so many. nüwu had not imagined that this many people existed in the world. she peered out still as they gathered, all different shapes and colors. different- in a beautiful way, creating a harmony without being the same. she scrawled each of their faces in the sketchpad in her mind, tucking their identities away for later. the dark girl, who silently hung at the edge. the red boy, who came forward boldly on his belly. blue eyes studied them, and as her mother spoke, nüwu finally exited completely. she strode up to where haoming was, quieter and less eager in her movements. the red man close to the ground was just begging to be observed, and so she closed the distance in silence, coming to sniff at his snout and learning his scent.