Wheeling Gull Isle seifas

miseria appreciated heda's brevity in the description of god, actually. because it's what she needed most, simplicity and guidance. "that's okay. your home sounds nice too."
the gosling blinked slowly at the name the girl mentioned. "is he ... your god? or ..." she wondered silently how heda communicated with this saint bartholomew, if this was true. sacraments? or did they have a point of commonalty in a overly memorized oral scripture?