Wheeling Gull Isle narrow alignment

Today she and @Reed were taking stock of the plant life surrounding their little hovel on the island. Still Hemlock did not know where the scent of wild hemlock had come from; the dream she'd dreamt of Lotte had been so very real. She'd even woken with her hair a wild mess as if her beloved had teased her into a frenzy. It had seemed so real, but, she could not dwell too much on it, Lotte's words ringing in her ears making her blood pound whenever she got too caught up in it. She missed Lotte the most of her life in Teaghlaigh, and there was never any lack of stories for Reed or Droman when they requested them. 

Today she'd watched her boy go off to explore the shores again but she'd asked her girl if she was interested in learning about the herbal life of the island. The sooner that Hemlock established a cache and prepared for any catastrophes, the sooner she'd feel better.