Wheeling Gull Isle closer, closure, closed

Oh...that was a horribly sweet thing to say. He was sort of smitten with her for a moment or two. The people here had treated him in a colorful assortment of ways. From neutral, to fear and now to perhaps...affection of a certain brand. To have someone think he might make a good impression on impressionable children certainly felt good. Like he might actually be doing something right.

Thank you. Mumbled in an airy breath. He was not equipped to handle praise and perhaps it would show. I...really do hope I make a good impression. On them, on you, the island. They had given him a chance to learn from here and he could only hope they might be richer for his presence too.

And I think you speak this language wonderfully.