Wheeling Gull Isle healed

he felt bashful beneath her words.

he was a man of the spirit! yet he supposed that did not mean he could not tend to God's creations, could it? he let loose a small laugh. brief and warm.

i suppose i am. he admitted as he seated himself politely. wondering how the lavender may compliment the daisies. i did not wish for all the lavender to be lost in the coming cold days. although i am hardly one to know if i am doing it right. perhaps i will wait longer for the next bundle.

he only feared the snow, sweeping over the island and taking it all before he could act. even if fall had only just come.

his gaze fluttered towards something else. nearly a guaranteed sign by now of something being upon his mind, yet his tongue did not yet hold the words to speak them first.