Wheeling Gull Isle Ormai troppo lontano

Only a few moments ago he had been looking for the priest, and the fact that he stood in front of them made Pier feel giddy and nauseous - it made him think, perhaps there was something out there listening to his heart. If so, he wished that it didn't keep such a close ear on him.

Is this where you've set up your church? He said, blinking at her touch, regaining his composure for a bare second.

A lovely place. Nasal laughter, ha ha. He was nervous and doing a poor job of hiding it. Usually the nerves would be obscured by a layer of bravado, mousse-thick and gleaming, but it seemed cartoonish and silly to him now. He was caught between the two most piercing pairs of eyes he had encountered in his four years of life.

I don't think you've told me your name, passerotta.