Wheeling Gull Isle seifas

his smile returned, a bit wider and warmer now.

of course you can, miseria. the lavender around them stirred and waved with a sea breeze. kicking up the soothing scent of the meadow.

there are a handful of others with us. heda here, you have met. he gestured towards her once more. a growing boy named mo. another young woman, lively, named jasmine. he would not be surprised if the boy was somewhere in the trees or tide pools. hunting, perhaps. he could not say. jasmine could be...anywhere! he should know her better.

there is a woman who is unwell too, though. she resides in the cave — the lion's den — and i ask that you give her space till she feels better.