Wheeling Gull Isle seifas

he had met these kinds.

ones who heard stories of false gods, led astray. some mocked him with their false ideals. some turned towards the light in the wake of his words.

he had met both in these lands.

but this woman — miseria — could not remember who or why.

the sea had a way of sending him clean slates.

why? his lips moved for a moment, a half smile before his features fell fatherly once more. for peace, for love, for gratitude. He has given me everything here. to teach about Him is the least i can do in return.