Wheeling Gull Isle heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams

it was content, for lack of a better word. the world had changed, yes, but its every need continued to be met - and it had learned quickly that if a need was not met, it could expel air in a certain way to make a sound and all would be made right. how blessed, to will something and experience it manifested so rapidly.

the others from before were in this new world, too. it felt more distant from them in many ways, but the others also seemed to be in sharper focus. they had edges now and when they nestled close, it felt almost like the way the world had been before. one of them cooed, and moved, and then a gentle vibration - from something much larger - washed over them all. it relaxed, nestling closer to the warmth that guarded them all.