Wheeling Gull Isle holier

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he tended to a cave with great detail. the sort of work he had seen his wife do for years.

yet he was not nearly as skilled as she was. the bedding makeshift and less comfortable, the scent still damp and stale. he had nothing fresh to add to the area to lighten the senses.

it was not the ideal place for worship, but it was ideal for cover. and as he gazed into the expanse of the cave, he thought of the faces he wished to see in here.

his hunter — @Shiranui.

the wayward believer — @Pier.

he even briefly thought of the kind boy he had taught — @Lómion.

none of them were here though. he had been isolated on the island with only the presence of God to comfort him in the cold.

perhaps he would be blessed today.