Wheeling Gull Isle I dreamt about flying the other night.

Huā did her best to comfort Luli, who smiled sweetly up into her mother's dark features. So small in such a big world, she found herself longing for a time that she might grow to be as strong and as beautiful as her dam. The koi gave a nervous little wiggle of her tail, then turned her gaze toward the hollow's entrance to check in on the watchful gull.

Much to her surprise, the pale beast stretched out his wings and took flight. The rosy babe leaned forward to watch as he called out to his friends, who were swift to join him in the sky. 

Maybe her mother was right, she mused. He wasn't so scary after all.