Wheeling Gull Isle unalaq

There were rules to living here. Mojag didn't mind them, although he felt very sad he could not approach the ghost and learn more, or do something to make her feel better. There was a somber look to Heda then, and Mojag realized everyone here had something they were trying to fix, or find.

He went quiet, then. She spoke of a lion's den and it went in one ear and out the other; already the boy had turned off from the idea of the ghost woman, and since he could do nothing for her, it was like she did not exist now.

I haven't met a Jasmine, he murmurs.

Does she cry too?