Wheeling Gull Isle take a backseat, or play pharaoh.

judah’s eyes hung in the sky; one the glittering moon, another the molten sun — two dueling factions which left silvery ribbons and arcs of gold as they moved and bobbed, bunny hopped and turned away and back again.

accipitra slunk to the ground in awe.

the round discs returned, a dark arm materializing from the navy murk. a stunning shield of molten gold hunched in Judah’s outstretched paws.

a beetle’s sundered wing. accipitra marveled the elytra, leaning close with a squeal of delight.

she pulled away, peering inquisitively back at those peerless bright discs of her brother. hers? to have?

she sounded an infant’s hideous cackle and stuffed the incandescent thing in her mouth.