Wheeling Gull Isle stomklad

the first time he had found the island, it had been abandoned and a wasteland.

now it bustled with life in various ways. a never ending stream of life in one place or another. even the lion's den saw life. he did his best to keep that part separate from the others. at least until he saw progress, or trusted the woman might not lash her tongue to the wrong face.

like heda.

strong and steadfast.

strength in flesh that bartholomew lacked.

you move in the night. he observed, warm, despite the way his features naturally sagged further with the rain.