Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

it was not ferality which drove her to pursue, but the beacon of his joy. it was purer than what she had known, moreso even than she thought she could muster.
until now she had given no thought to his age, only that he knew more than her. but for a moment heda considered it. wasn't someone older than her supposed to be bitter?
she tried to turn it into a race, nipping toward his shoulder.