Wheeling Gull Isle healed

for whenever <3

the island breathed and lived.

many faces filled it now, almost more than he could keep up with in a day. yet he trusted all of them to care for one another. there was only one he needed to think of with worries, but she laid in a cave. shielded from most of the others.

today he gathered bundles of lavender, fearing they soon might perish to the sudden cold. although he was hardly much of a gardener or naturalist by any means.

with one bundle made, he moved towards a place @Heda frequently slept. prepared to set up the gift there.