Wheeling Gull Isle like the sand on my feet

"down by the bay
where the watermelons grow
back to my home
I dare not go
for if I do..."

her notes faded off as she finally realized the situation, her ears falling in apology before shooting her queen siren a gentle smile. the party was over, the shyest flower had watered the ground in fear and the feisty dragon was not a happy camper. with a rather showy bow she pressed against her lover's side, whisper singing a few lyrics to make her laugh as they head for their home.. or maybe the beach would be a better option.

~exit~