Wheeling Gull Isle belief

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the air was cold.

the clouds shrouded any sun from sight. autumn was well and truly here, the chill that followed it a sign of the time. still the island flourished.

sweetharbor.

@Miseria was the newest among them, a face he looked forward to teaching more. mo (@Mojag) had seemed to take to life on the island. hunting the coastlines or daring to splash along the shore.

but today he stood upon the northern shores.

watched as the sea seemed uneased by something beyond his knowledge. perhaps something would wash ashore, something for the hunters to drag inland.

for now, he began a soft humming string of morning prayers.

he prayed for @a corpse first, as he usually did.

he had not forgotten how she dwelled in the lion's den still.