Wheeling Gull Isle belief

The boy's tail fanned the air behind himself, and he grew animate, excited. He was glad to have found a solution - and to have a place to come and sing for his friend, the turtle!

Really?! He hopped from paw to paw, and then after a few beats of this calmed himself as best he could, so as not to bother the man. I will tell Heda! Do you sing often? I used to, a lot. His thoughts jumped from place to place just like his happy feet.