Wheeling Gull Isle The sea waves are my evening gown

He saw a sandy blob grow closer, into a face - a young one, not like his parents. He hadn't seen many his age yet and was glad the girl didn't tower over him like the adults did. He was awfully cowardly, and without his hearing or the ability to speak he wasn't fun either. Still, the boy whined softly at this new presence, as he sniffled at her feet.