Wheeling Gull Isle belief

maybe.

bartholomew felt a long, solemn stretch in his chest for the boy. wayward from his mother. lost his father. but sweetharbor would nurture him, tend to him as a community should.

he would be safe here until somebody showed, until the boy grew too big for the nest. yet some part of bartholomew would loathe to see the day the boy may leave them on his hunting quest.

there is a new face on the island. he spoke to the boy as he would any adult of the island. age did not dictate maturity. i think she is a bit...unsure. but she is not like the woman of the lion's den. perhaps your singing might help her?

he did not wish to presume too much, yet he did all the same.