Wheeling Gull Isle rughagon

he wished to say our home, but no words escaped him in that moment. only a warm smile, a knowing look. it would take time, but she would grow into sweetharbor.

they all had in their own respects.

i cherish the lavender fields. the scent is soothing and calming. i feared the incoming cold may shrivel them, so i thought to produce bundles for those of the island.

he moved it closer to her now, then took a step back once done. respectful of her space.